Maybe I can catch them before they start, meet up with them. Or better yet, I can tell Wendy to grab a couple of steaks and meet me at home. It had been so long since they had had dinner—a real family dinner—what with his and Wendy’s busy schedules. I’ll call them after I hand this in, he reconciled, a small smile creeping onto his lips. Steak…steak would be nice. As if responding to his pondering, his stomach growled. Robert picked up the pace as he made his way across the empty office to the printer, which whirred away as it spat out page after page of sheets filled with numbers.
