WHAT OWNERSHIP CHANGED — AND WHAT IT DIDN'T

I wish I could say the word owner made me feel powerful.

It did not.

It made me feel tired.

The lobby seemed too bright. I could hear the fountain near the courtyard, the soft piano music from the bar, the wheels of a suitcase crossing marble. Around us, strangers suddenly pretended they had not been watching.

Sarah placed a slim folder on the counter.