He had both the instruction letter and mailbox key in his trouser pocket and the blue enve­lope inside his jacket pocket. He hadn’t read so many Graham Greene novels for nothing.

As he boarded the plane with the other first-class passengers, he noticed, far in front of him, a tall woman with pale, wound blonde hair, smiling and alive. Well, Philip hadn’t seen North By Northwes

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Laid off. For the third time in 11 years, 44-year-old paralegal Philip Mo­relli felt victimized by law firm economics: with good settlement or trial victory for cli­ent, law firm sends attorneys to the Sonoma Mission Inn for a long weekend as reward and (after a victory celebration and banquet) lays off half the pa…

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