“Good morning, Marco, Malcolm here,” he said.
“Good morning, Malcolm. What can I do for you?”
“Can you spare me ten minutes before your first appointment?”
“Certainly. Your office or mine?”
“I think you’d better come up here,” he said.
“I’m on my way.”
I hurried to the elevators and up to Malcolm’s floor, where Marianna ushered me into his office without even buzzing him.
“Marco,” Malcolm said when I came through the door. “Close the door behind you and have a seat at the conference table. I won’t be a moment.” He picked up his phone, pushed a button, and said, “Marianna, hold all of my calls until Dr. d’Argenzio leaves. Thank you.”
He came over to the table and sat down beside me. “Okay, Malcolm,” I said, “you’ve certainly got my attention. What’s up?”
“We have a donor for Dani.”