The Trunk Slammer From Hell, Chapter 2: White Glove

The lead comes by text at eight every morning, so when the phone rang on a Saturday I knew something was different. A hundred and four seats. A wealth firm up in Lake Forest, a rainmaker who cannot print his own pitch book, and one compliance officer who took a single look at me and understood exactly what was coming. Feeling safe is the product. This one needed the white glove. The post The Trunk…