"Do you want to know why you really got this job?"
This 26th floor open bar was viewing the fifth avenue. It was late, I agree, but not inappropriate or misconduct. This beautiful, red haired, woman sitting on the edge of the bar, leaning towards me, burning me with her bright blue eyes was a friend and a co-worker, in that order.
“Well?" she asked.
"’They pull a knife, you pull a gun. He sends one of yours to the hospital, you send one of his to the morgue’ – that's what I did. I proved myself worthy.”
Jenny grinned. "That’s charming," she said, "...but quoting The Untouchables – though it truly is a fabulous movie – did not get you the job."
I decided to take a different approach…