CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The TV was blaring away in a comer of the fancy motel suite where Connie and Jack Pierce had shacked up for an afternoon of fun and f*****g. They were celebrating the good news about Jack's finally getting the Senior Vice-Presidency he had set his heart on for so long.
"Here's looking at Harrison City's newest Vice-President," Connie crowed.
"Well, it's not quite official yet," Jack said.
"Don't worry, Jack dear, you have my stamp of approval. It's in the bag."
He poured himself another bourbon-on-the-rocks and thought he should be grateful to Connie Satterlee. If it weren't for her, he probably would have been knocking his brains out as I.E.C.'s Northeast Area Division Manager for the rest of his life. But there was an aspect to this whole situation which had been di
