It’s as if he’s a kid on Christmas Eve—he can’t wait to open his presents. Damian’s presents await him at his house. He rushes home, grabs a beer out of the fridge, and gets out of his suit and tie, tossing his clothes haphazardly onto the bed. In his shirt, boxers, and socks, he goes to the offi...
He’s at Blue Fin on Broadway and 47th Street, surrounded by an attractive after-work, pre-curtain crowd that’s snug in the all-glass corner bar with its view of Times Square. The music is trip–hip hop and loud. He’s alone, dressed smartly in a dark gray, four-button suit with an open-collared blu...