S he was a young MBA student in the 1980s who favored a Marine buzz cut, suits and wing tips. Needing to work while in school, she found herself temping for one of the most powerful women in one of the largest ad agencies on Madison Avenue. Now a successful tech CEO thirty years later, she sits in front of a roaring fire on this cold winter’s night, in her hand a single malt scotch as fine as Pamela was, reminiscing about her affair with the beautiful goddess, still able to conjure the scent of the cherry shaving cream Pamela insisted she use to shave her as smooth as glass each time they made love…