At half-past six, I hear the frantic clicking of stiletto heels making their way down the hallway. She rounds the corner, her face flushed and her grey hair artfully disheveled, and eyes me apologetically. She is late. When asked how long I have been waiting, I reply that it has not been long. She seems pleased by my answer. “So, the rest of the committee should be here soon,” she says, unlocking the door, “In the meantime, let’s get...