“Sam, listen. I hate to cut you off, but I have a special request and not a lot of time.” “Name it.” Sam speaks with conviction. “Whatever Julian tells you to do, don’t. At least not with the Founder’s house.” “But he’s my boss.” “Are you up for a new job? Because I’ll hire you—” “That’s enough.” Julian snatches the phone from my hand. “Sam, I’ll call you back tomorrow. Sorry again about bothering you this late.”
