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Removing the keys from the ignition, I toss them into the briefcase along with the cell phone. Putting on my black leather gloves before stepping out of the SUV into the parking garage saves my hands from freezing in the bitter cold, but offers no protection to my head, ears and neck. I begin my infamous smooth glide toward the lobby of JDL. For me, walking is a combination of strictly busi­ness, full of soul and pure sex. It is a walk perfected years ago. The wind blows in strong and encourages me to quicken the pace of my already long and quick stride. The executive parking lot containing the numbered reserved spots is full. The CEO’s red BMW is in her assigned spot, closest to the elevator door. I look at the car and won­der what the sexy boss lady has in store for the press conference today. Everything at JDL is big news for the City of Indianapolis. The media is sure to capture the latest information relating to JDL. After all, JDL is a huge part of the pulse of Indianapolis.

As I approach the elevator in the lobby, I notice the area still decorated like a winter wonderland despite the ending of winter break and the start of the New Year. The company spared no expense in turning the sterile interior of the lobby into something closely resem­bling a Norman Rockwell painting. This setting remains, by design, to impress the visitors expected today for the press conference. I sur­mise the budget spent on the lobby decorations could finance a small African country for an entire year. When you are employed at a for-profit corporation, money is no object.

JDL employees fill the lobby as they enter the front of the building. From top level executives to mailroom clerks, they all min­gle inside the lobby on its perfectly shined marble floors. As I approach from the side entrance of the executive parking lot, I blend with the heavy pedestrian traffic swirling through the revolving doors and accumulating in front of the row of elevators. At once, I notice Marla Kincaid from the fourth floor Accounting Department. The men stare at Marla as she walks by. They all get a good look at Marla’s big round behind. Marla walks briskly, oblivious to the attention attracted by her behind, which is either too large for the skirt she is wearing or her skirt is too small for her large behind. Whichever the case, the men drool as the caramel-colored Marla walks by with her.