“Andrew, we need to talk about this Swap project.” That was what the fascinatingly sexy Sandra Holte said as she walked into my simple corner office at 4:15 on a Thursday afternoon. My office was equipped with a glass-top desk, one of those chairs that lets you lean way back and put your feet up (it really comes in handy when I’m looking for a little shut-eye at work), two less comfortable chairs across from my desk, a small bar in the corner of the room, and a whiteboard that I use to manage the impromptu brainstorming sessions that occasionally happen in my office. As Sandra walked through my door, I was briefly speechless as I looked at the outfit she was wearing. She had on a white blouse that looked very thin underneath an expensive-looking lady’s suit jacket, and a pencil skirt that
