A woman punctuates New York City glamor.

David

'I just saw Herb in the hall and smiled. We're stabbing him in the back-right in front of his face..'

John

'What? Well if he took the account and jumped agencies, wouldn't people here lose jobs? And he came to work here AND met with that other Bernie person right?'

David

'Yes but...'

John

'So...'

David

'Anyway, I think we've got what we need. And I've got a couple of days to work on it.....which is good.''

John shuts off his PC.

'Later'

It's funny how with all the buildings in New York City, you can still see the moon rise John thinks as he walks to Penn Station. Wide Park Avenue sparkles with white tree lights in the center isle and along the street. 5th Avenue looks glamorous and the Empire State Building defines New York City, looks like this big friend and a masterpiece at the same time. Looking north on Broadway, the lights of Times Square light up entire buildings and splash bright colors onto the streets like liquid neon.

John thinks, I don't know about being able to make it anywhere. But it means something to make it here, The white string lights running up from the grand, Herald Square entrance of Macy's are like a light house, leading John to Penn Station and home. At a Macy's window, a tall, thin woman with black hair pulled tight. She wears gold hoop earings, a short, white jacket, black blouse and long, very tight white skirt with a revealing slit up her leg. Her razor thin high heels are gold.  The light from Macy's window lights up her skirt's front, making the back of her skirt in grays and the outline of her butt round.

Her body looks like an exclamation point John thinks. Oh great, 'you look like punctuation to me miss.' Just as well you will never meet her or talk to her.

Still, she's an exciting end to a glamorous New York day. Glamorous because glamour only exists in your head when you create. Doesn't matter whether you are talking about a person, concept or lifestyle. The reality, John thinks is, at least I'm getting to work with New York talent. David Goldstein is New York talent. And I like Goldstein's morals. His  sense of right and wrong is always there. We're a good team. We helped save a big account... and loss a bit of our souls. Oh, screw it. I'll be moral tomorrow. Today was a glam fest.