I opened the wrong door on the fiftieth floor and saw what the most powerful woman in the company had been hiding — the next morning she put eighty-five thousand dollars on the desk.
I clean floors forty-seven to fifty at the Kelvedon Group building in Brackenridge. Nights, ten till six, four years.
Nobody on those floors knows my name. That is not a complaint; it is a job description. I have been called “mate” by the same Chief Financial Officer about two hundred times.
On Tuesday the twenty-first of October at about ten to ten, I pushed open the oak doors of the corner suite on fifty because the light was off and the light is always off.
And Margo Thale was in there.
Fifty-four years old, Chief Executive, on the cover of two magazines this year, and she was sitting on the floor against the desk in a shirt with the buttons open, soaked through, both hands behind her ribs, trying to get a spinal brace off.
