"I know it," he replied simply. It was only a few blocks from Sterling-Cooper and, from there, only a few blocks away from his apartment. He had begun taking taxis and the subway to work, letting his car sit in some dank storage garage just above 145th. Since he wasn't going to Ossining anymore, he didn't see the need for it.
"Why don't you meet me at Sterling-Cooper," he said, writing down the address for her, "And I'll get us a taxi from there. Ask for Joan Holloway,"
She had been acting as his temporary secretary ever since - once again - he had lost a secretary, this time to poor attendance. He blamed the crime wave. Some of the girls were too frightened to even leave the house.