The pills help slow his pounding heart, but leave him wide-awake and anxious. 
He takes a shower, then wraps himself in a satin and cashmere robe and steps 
into his study. Reddish panels in the ceiling cast a subdued light. Heavy black 
drapes cover the windows. He sits behind his curving, semi-circular desk and 
slots The Power Master into the datajack behind his right ear. A little 
track-loop BTL helps him regain his composure. Provides a very minor emotive 
boost. Once his hands cease quivering, he switches on his desktop comp, brings 
up his planning portfolio, and reviews the files there for the nth time.