He was standing at the end of the room with his hands in his pockets; presumably taking in the gorgeous view of the city. Or he might have been staring off thoughtlessly. I couldn’t tell. I knew he’d heard the door open and shut when the assistant let me in but he didn’t turn around just yet. I wondered if I ought to announce my arrival but I just stood there like the nervous dope I was. When he finally turned, he reveale...