“You’re the only person in that meeting who actually challenged the numbers,” he said.
I smiled.
“That’s what I’m paid to do.”
He laughed.
“Then your company is getting its money’s worth.”
Three days later, he invited me to dinner.
Adrian knew how to make someone feel important.
He remembered small details.
He sent flowers to my office when I had a difficult week.
He called my mother on her birthday after meeting her only once.
When my father’s car broke down, Adrian arranged for a mechanic to inspect it without being asked.
He never seemed to forget anything I told him.
At first, I found that attentiveness extraordinary.
Looking back, I sometimes wonder how much of it was affection and how much was careful observation.
But at the time, I was in love.
And when you’re in love with someone who appears to understand you perfectly, it’s easy to mistake intensity for intimacy.
