Running was his favorite sport; he preferred to compete against himself rather than others, which was probably not the appropriate attitude for an up-and-coming corporate attorney. Then again, it wasn’t Phillip who had wanted to be a corporate attorney, but his brother Joseph. It was Joseph who had bought him a desk and a briefcase and a health club membership long before Phillip had taken his boards. They had kept the same storefront office on the Lower East Side that their father had worked out of for nearly thirty years, though Joseph—more inclined toward dollars than sense—was determined to take it uptown, or, at the very least, midtown. Which was why Phillip was at the Manhattan Health and Racquet Club now, playing a game that he despised, trying to win over the thirty-something CEO of McGinnis and Smith—computer gurus on the fast track to global software greatness. Joseph dreamed that Archambault and Archambault would be along for the ride. And Phillip felt destined to help his brother’s dream come true.
