Nighthawk blues

JERRY was in the middle of an uncharacteristic sequence of conference calls-shifting phones from ear to ear, trying to act casual, as if it were really he who was negotiating another bigtime deal instead of that improbable impostor who had taken over his true klutzy self-when his secretary, a high-school dropout in blue jeans and pigtails, sailed in oblivious and tapped him on the shoulder...