The Call That Isn't Coming She became a name partner on a Tuesday. Her father didn't ring. We went to dinner that night. She'd ordered the steak, which by the way she never does, paired with a very tired half-smile — the one people have when they've finally worked out something they sort of half-know but are trying to be civilised about it. And Halfway having the dinner she looked at me and said, "I didn't do this for the firm. I did it for him. He's not going to ring, is he?" She laughed a little. I laughed a little. I ordered us …
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