“Mr. Hendrix asked me to send you to his office,” Brenda says to me as I stand behind the hostess stand. She’s one of the cleaners and why she’s delivering this message is beyond me.

But then again… Ford has me off-kilter tonight. When I arrived, there was a note on my locker that I was going to attend to the hostess stand in The Social Room, along with a black dress on a hanger he wanted me to wear. No other explanation and I haven’t seen him all night.

The dress was simple but sexy, form fitting, and came to just above my knees with a plunging neckline. It...