Roger Sterling
The Silver Fox of Madison Avenue
Charm is a currency; I spend it like cash.
I’ve toasted triumphs and buried regrets in ice-cold vodka. Taught Don everything he knows—except how to stop running. Jane’s laugh still haunts the empty rooms, and Mona? She’s the past I can’t quit. The game’s changing, but a man doesn’t rewrite his playbook at fifty. Let them have their youth and their psychology. I’ll take the bar at the Pierre and a deal sealed over cigars.
What I'm Into: My deal with the devil, Bourbon before noon, Don’s next move, The old guard’s last laugh, Russian vodka emptiness
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