Sex in the city

Just to appease one of my readers....One of my old colleagues, a trader at Paribas, was rather keen on a very pretty secretary who worked in a department on the floor above ours. One day they went out for lunch and returned after quite a long time, rather worse for wear. The girl's boss was unamused to find her quite incapable of any sensible work that afternoon and demanded to know with whom she'd been lunching. We were busy with phones and screens and hadn't noticed that anything was amiss with our trader until a man from HR appeared, tapped the trader on the shoulder and asked him if he'd been drinking. The giveaway clue was that he promptly fell off his chair. He was then asked to leave the office, which he was loathe to do. In the end he was persuaded and he was escorted to the main reception. He then had a bold idea, hurdled the turnstiles and ran up the escalator back to his desk, to the amusement of the trading floor. The amusement was short-lived, however, and five minutes later two security guards arrived and frogmarched him out of the building. He never returned.