“Are you sure it’s okay to use his password like that?”

“Don’t worry – it’ll be fine.”

“Maybe we should call Security and Shep can-”

“I don’t want to call Shep!” I insist, knowing the outcome.

Shaking his head, Charlie looks back at the screen. Under Current Activity, he spots three check disbursements – all of them to “Kelli Turnley.”

“I bet that’s his mistress,” he says.

“Why?” I ask. “Because she has a name like Kelli?”

“You better believe it, Watson. Jenni, Candi, Brandi – it’s like a family pass to the Playboy Mansion – show the ‘i’ and you get right in.”

“First of all, you’re wrong. Second of all, without exaggeration, that’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. And third…”

“What was dad’s first girlfriend’s name? Lemme think… was it… Randi?” With a quick shove, I push my chair back, knock Charlie off the sidesaddle, and storm out of his cubicle.

“Don’t you want to hear her turn-ons and turn-offs?” he calls out behind me.

Heading up the hallway, I’m lost in my cell phone, still listening to recorded greetings of the University Club. Enraged, I hang up and start again. This time, I actually get a voice.

“University Club – how may I assist you?”

“I’m trying to reach Henry Lapidus – he’s in a meeting in one of your conference rooms.”

“Please hold, sir, and I’ll…”

“Don’t transfer me! I need to find him now.”

“I’m just the operator, sir – the best I can do is transfer you down there.”

There’s a click and another noise. “You’ve reached the University Club’s Conference Center. All operators are busy – please continue to hold.”

Clutching the phone even tighter, I race up the hallway and stop at an unmarked metal door. The Cage, as it’s known throughout the bank, is one of the few private offices on the floor and also home to our entire money transfer system. Cash, checks, wires – it all starts here.