“And Sam, when you arrive, you’ll find there’s a small closet in the foyer to your right as you exit the elevator. Your clothing is best left there on Saturday. You won’t be needing any.”
The short tape went blank and I quickly hit the reject button and threw it into my brief case.
The 35th floor housed the executive offices of MacDonald, Bear & Co., prestigious Wall Street investment banking firm and my esteemed employer. Liz’s ominous words left me in even greater shock than viewing my shaved, plugged and tumescent nakedness, suggesting that a similar tape, but probably even more sordid, would be, in my absence on Saturday, delivered to those controlling my livelihood.
It was blackmail, nothing more, nothing less, and so smoothly executed.
I put my feet up on the desk trying to rela
