You find Marilyn. She has on a light blue bathing suit that makes her look radiant. "I'm not sure you should be here," she says in a hushed tone.

"Come, now," you reply playfully, "what's the worst that could happen?"

She smiles and leads you to an ante room that holds the dumb waiter. She sits on a small desk while you kiss her neck. She grins.

Just then, the door swings open. It's Craig, followed by his entire team of Vice Presidents. "And over here you'll see . . ." He stops.

Your heart does too.