Clothes Maketh The Man — Part 36.

I couldn’t rightly say what my feelings were as I went through the days that followed. Still reeling from the events that took place in Miami, Devina’s intervention and what can only be described as her rescue of me, and of course the still bewildering episode of my public humiliation and shaming at the hands (or should I say tentacles) of some creature from the deep, I found myself going about my daily tasks in something of a daze.

There was the business of the agency to consider. San Francisco wanted to talk, and of course Steve was panicking because our corporate account remained frozen. Additionally I was a person of interest in a criminal case that only Devina seemed able to control. Somewhere in the mix there was evening a bag of cash, hidden in Florida. It had occurred to me that this could conceivably solve many problems, but for the time being I was reluctant to reach out to Margo. Contacting her was unwise until things had settled.

As the days past I went through my usual routine. I exercised, attended the business meetings Steve set up, and I placated our partners in San Francisco. I even played a round of golf with Steve and one of the agency clients senior executives. To all intents and purposes I appeared entirely calm.

In the evenings I would return to my apartment, shed my man clothes and slip into a pair of sandals…