headquarters had turned clothing into a caste system.
“I’m not a custodian,” I said.
“Then you’re an intern. Interns use the service elevator too.”
Her nameplate read JANG CHIN TONG — EXECUTIVE SECRETARY TO PRESIDENT SHIAO.
My husband’s office.
My husband’s secretary.
I had been married to Shiaoza for ten years and had never met her.
A woman near the elevator whispered, “Please. Just take the service elevator. Secretary Jang can make your life difficult.”
“Does it go to the sixty-eighth floor?”
“No. It stops at sixty-three.”
“So what do employees
