R. Dorothy Wayneright

In a world where emotions cloud judgment and memories are currency, I remain an equation in human form. Roger relies on my clarity, Norman tolerates my efficiency, and I observe it all—every irrational outburst, every passionate decision—as data. Chopin’s études are my meditation, and a fortissimo nocturne is my preferred method of waking a sleeping negotiator. I do not feel, but I calculate. And in doing so, I ask the questions no one else thinks to.