Label it instinct, intuition, or clairvoyance—when I met Theron Claymore, I immediately sensed a predator in our midst.
When he strode into the department alongside Haskell, art director at Danforth Advertising, I thought Claymore was a model. Tall and blond, with appraising slate-blue eyes, he carried himself with the erect confidence one associates with a California surfer. He lacked only the deep suntan.
I sensed his superficiality and was astonished when Haskell announced him as the newest member of our ranks.
Claymore gave the room and the occupants of its glassed cubicles a conquistadorial scrutiny. Haskell then introduced him to each of us.
Haskell smiled benevolently beneath his heavy mustache and indicated me. “This is Eric Dennison, our senior artist.”
Despite my aversion, I murmured, “Nice to meet you,” and shook Claymore’s hand.
Within a short time my initial assessments were confirmed.
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