Chapter 9

It consisted of being another tedious meeting of Robert Washington that day.

And he considered how to plan meetings and have the misfortune of them being held on a rainy and very cold day, it consisted of being a terrible gesture of how nothing would end as well as expected. He in general had not understood popular dialects or the issues of bad luck, but a rainy day still consisted of being a lost day, and he hated having to admit how not every moment his intuition was wrong.

The dark suit as Rob wore was still wet at some points on his shoulders. He was in a hurry to leave home to attend that meeting, to which he was not even invited. Rob had long since abdicated from having obligations to that company, and his interests beyond the long and glazed walls of that immense twenty-three-story building consisted of being much larger than just sitting in a room and staring at how people spoke and he evaluated how it consisted of being better to be done.

That morning, he