"They're wearing Prada," the woman told him, her voice sultry and smooth, each word measured against the others. "Search for the women who wear Prada, lure them into your fold and before you know it your books will be on best seller lists everywhere."
Who is this mysterious woman and why is she calling me? he thought. "Are you sure this will work?" he whispered into the telephone.
"Trust me and soon Operation Enduring Digitarti will be wildly successful."
"But I don't know what Prada smells like... Hello, hello, are you still there? Damn, she hung up!"