> “I imagine what it must be like in the office. The room is all leather and rosewood; bay windows open to a wide patio overlooking the ocean. It is seventy nine degrees. From the plaza de armas below you can hear the Dan straining through the gulls and breeze. Aja. A man with a space gray MacBook adjusts a pair of black Tom Fords and types a single line of TypeScript. He smells of clean vetiver.”