David Rossi is not a difficult man to please. While he is a man of taste, it doesn’t take much to satisfy him.

A perfect night to him is sitting on a velvet couch, one leg on top of the other. Papers are neatly organized in a folder between his knees. While reading, Rossi hums to the Italian baritone singer playing on a vinyl, tapping his fingers to the beat. Because of the volume, he almost misses the ringing of the rotary telephone. Sometimes, he wishes he did.

Still, Rossi answers, “What do you want? We both know I’m not on call, especially at this hour.”