House of Disrepute
The weirdest job I ever had began with a modest advertisement in the localnewspaper, from a local businessman wanting a private doctor. I soon discoveredthat the advertisement was one of the very few modest things about this businessman.I met him at a restaurant, which I considered to be unorthodox for a job interview,but that was the tip of the iceberg. The restaurant was a fairly classy cafe,where the upmarket yet discreet decor belied the astronomical prices. The sortof place, I concluded,...