I should have known better, but I was overcome with the power of my new job and the fact that I was working for one of the richest and most influential men in Manhattan at that time.
On the Monday morning of my new job, I found I was extremely nervous. I couldn’t believe I’d landed it. I wanted to impress my boss, so I took time to make sure my appearance was perfect. I ended up wearing my sexiest underwear, why I don’t know, and a tight-fitting suit.
He made no acknowledgement to me when I’d entered his office for dictation. I sat, pen poised, waiting to begin.
“Are you wearing underwear?” he asked.
“What?” I almost choked.
He stared at me over his horn-rimmed glasses like I was deaf or something. My face flushed with embarrassment.
“Underwear, are you wearing any?” he said again. I
