Business with Pleasure
I felt certain it was a bad idea for me to get naked at another of Jeremy’s parties, especially considering my position as a financial advisor at Wesley-Shields Limited. But as I rode in the taxi to his apartment, it was obvious I couldn’t resist.
On the way there, I had the paranoid sensation everyone knew what I was about to do. The guy at the wine shop, the taxi driver, pedestrians on the street, and even Jeremy’s doorman all gave me little smiles that made me feel like they’d heard about me.
In the elevator, I tried to focus on the good mood I’d been in all day since Mr. Wesley, the owner of the company I work for, had spoken to me this morning. He knew we advisors were all having a bad time considering how awful Wall Street has been doing, but he just patted
