The Executive James Bond
March, 1984
The man in the Armani suit glides into your visitor's chair and gleams a white smile as he assures you that your words will not go beyond the confines of your office. Even through the cloud of Eau Sauvage, you smell a rat. "Speak freely," says the man. "Confidentiality is my middle name." You pause and cordially offer, "Won't you have a cigar first? I'm having one." He declines and insists, "Trust me." As you reach for your favorite smoke, you chuckle—now...
