Billable Hours

"e;The man across the room stirs. His head lifts, just slightly — not enough to be seen, but enough to be felt."e;For eleven months, Ezra Okafor-Reyes has woken from the same dream: a bar with no name, amber light, a jukebox playing something that lives in the chest rather than the ear — and a man across the room whose face he can never quite reach. A Black, queer senior associate at a prestigious...