CHAPTER NINE
Pacing his office like a trapped animal, Jack Pierce strove mightily to keep the roof from falling in on him. If a breath of hump-scandal were to be enleashed by that damned reporter, Bill Fogarty, not only would he never be Senior Vice-President over Harrison Home Products, he'd be politely booted out of his present position as well. And he didn't see himself starting at the bottom of the ladder again after all these years at I. E. C. Too bad I. E. C. had such a hypocritical puritan code of s****l behavior for its employees.
It was funny, in a way, that the threat of exposing blackmail should be aimed at him through Jean, his wife. He knew he was guilty as hell. He had been living with the fear of being caught in his motel f*****g with Connie, his boss' wife. But that was a
