Robert J. Parrillo offered me a job at his law firm when I was a child, contingent on my going to law school. Since returning to Chicago, he and his daughter have entertained me but when I went to the Waldorf Astoria penthouse unannounced (he once offered we have a cigar on the balcony together eventually) and left a note asking for financing, an associate of his firm named Michael solicited me by phone and text message, offering to "help" me with money: "it'll be our secret // Then I can fuck you my Russian princess."