Modest and self-effacing at first glance, its grandiosity was revealed as Jack stepped through the thick distressed-oak front door.Jack was dressed to impress in a gray Donna Karan suit, with a striped blue shirt he left open at the collar.An overweight Hispanic woman with intelligent brown eyes, wearing a starched black uniform, answered the doorbell. She gave Jack the once-over, taking her responsibilities very seriously, before allowing him entry. Jack liked her immediately. The woman looked as if she could handle the mayor’s household, he thought as he was ushered through the grand two-story foyer into a living room the size of Jack’s loft.The room was furnished with ultramodern Italian furniture, and the mayor, whose smile sparkled brighter than the white wall paint, beckoned Jack over with an outstretched hand. He was sitting military straight in a black Eames lounge chair. A young man, who was taking measurements of the mayor’s face, stepped back deferentially as Jack shook the proffered hand.“Mr.
