My concentration scatters, who knows where. Even until the meeting ends, I am unable to absorb the given reports at all. I ask Anna to summarize as briefly as possible so I can study them further tomorrow.

"Mrs. Krystal ... would you like me to make some jasmine tea for you?" Anna offers softly. Perhaps she's afraid of interrupting me as I stare at the computer screen in silence. I have returned to the room. The meeting was brief, perhaps because I didn't ask many questions and simply agreed. ...