“I’m a Very Powerful Man, Wendy, What Can I Do for You?”

This isn’t a #metoo story. He genuinely meant it.

Photography courtesy of Sue Woodward

We were at Angelo and Maxie’s, a steakhouse on Park Avenue in Manhattan. The year was 2003. I was twenty one years old. He was easily triple my age. I was waiting to eat dinner at the restaurant with him and the two men who, presumably, worked for him. They had been on their way to the…