The Great Steak Escape
We all want to be the hero of the story. My friend Reuben certainly did. It was a big night. His wife had just landed her dream job, and her new boss—a very elegant woman—invited them to her luxury penthouse in Westlands. As they rode the elevator up, Reuben’s wife straightened his tie. Her hands were shaking. "Please, Reuben," she whispered. "Just be a gentleman. This job changes everything for us." Reuben kissed her hand and smiled. "I’ve got this, honey. I’ll be the perfect guest." The Perfect Night For the first hour, Reuben was a star. The apartment was glowing with soft lights, the music was peaceful, and Reuben was charming. He told the perfect stories. The boss was smiling. His wife finally relaxed, her eyes full of love and relief. Then, the main course was served. It was a massive, expensive steak. Reuben took his knife and made a small cut. He stopped. The meat was almost purple. It was so raw that he expected it to start mooing....