Sitting in an office with Pete and a secretary every day was dull and repetitive, and I started to feel like an order taker. I moved further into the suburbs of Virginia, started playing golf, and spent less and less time in Georgetown. I enjoyed the stability for a while—the novelty of it, I guess—and being perceived as a success. But there was no action, or danger, and I was antsy; it all started to feel too normal.