“You pay me to be bright and chipper at your meetings,” I respond with a wavering smile, turning to look at him over my shoulder as he walks away to lift his cell from the charging dock. I’m trying to express my tiredness as I flutter at him coquettishly.

“I pay you to do what I say. And right now, it’s to come out with me. I want to play, get drunk, and feel up my sexy PA.” He throws his charming wink over at me and walks back, cell in hand, moving close in behind me, the ...