It was all about timing, wasn’t it?
Act at the right time and you succeeded. Think the stock market.
Be at the right place at the right time and you met the right people. Think business contacts, networking.
Go to the doctor’s at the right time and you lived. Think early detection.
Make sure you were seen by the right people at the critical time. Think alibi.
He excelled at doing things right, at timing everything.
It was enough to make him shake his head in wonder, not just at his own abilities but at everyone else’s idiocy. People were such fools, so easily manipulated. So gullible.
Having the right name was also an asset. The right name got you respect. The right name opened doors. The right name even offered protection from the law.
He had the right name. And the perfect sense of timing.
Chaos might reign around him, but his life was ordered, timed, and controlled. All you had to do was look at him, and you knew: He was head and shoulders above everyone else.