Chapter 13
STEVE sat tiredly at his desk, loosened his necktie, amazed at how fast the week had slipped by. He glanced at the compact, leather-encased clock on his desk, placed there by his private secretary, Nina Caldwell. It was a few minutes after five. The Friday exodus to Matty's Bar and Grill was most likely in full swing.
It surprised him to feel nostalgic about the damned hangout and he was tempted to clean up his desk and drop in for a drink. But he knew it wouldn't be the same as when he had been a part of the sales crew and did the bulk of his female-hunting at Matty's. Now that he was a bona fide executive, most of the salesmen and office workers approached him in a stand-offish manner which, in a sense, excluded him from the Matty's Bar and Grill clique. After all, as he cle
