Riccioni would be sitting at his desk when Boyd’s big hand would slap him on the shoulder and a loud voice would say, “Tiger, let’s go strafe the concourse.” The two men went to the shops on the concourse, loaded up with bags of chocolate candy, then returned to the office, where they passed out candy to the secretaries. The secretaries stashed the chocolate in their desks. And in the evening after the secretaries had gone home, Boyd went from desk to desk, retrieving the candy.
