Candid Camera
Denise rode the elevator up to the ninth floor. Getting off and walking up the corridor to the security office, she swiped her card through the door-side reader. “Quit feeling sorry for yourself,” she muttered, as the door opened. “You knew the deal.” Which wasn’t much help, when everyone else in the LaSalle building was up in the Starlight Lounge. This year, held on the sixty-ninth floor, the Christmas party was “the” event of the year. Or at least...