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Linc snatches a rogue pen off the conference room table and taps it to the beat of his annoyance. I open my mouth to say something to calm him down, but the alarm on my iPhone rings, reminding me of an appointment.
“Shit! I have to go,” I say.
“The four o’clock meeting with the lawyers?” Linc asks.
“Yes.”
“I forgot.”
“I allotted time after our meeting with Joel and company for us to brainstorm, but now I’m pressed for time.”
“Thanks for taking one for the team,” my brother says, his tone softening.
“No problem. You can’t possibly miss your son’s first playoff soccer game of the season.” Micah is playing off another top-ranking school. It’s a big deal.
My brother chuckles. “He’s predicting a 3-0 win. The boy has balls.”
“And ambition,” I note.
Micah wants to grow up to become the team captain who brings the FIFA World Cup to America. Linc is a firm believer in dreaming big.
“Enjoy the father-son time, while I pour over tedious legalese.”
“Divide and conquer,” my brother says.
“It’s the only way,” I concur.
