Private Client
She walked into my bank, and walked out with my heart.
That’s what I get to see first thing in the morning? What a sight for sore eyes.
She's an angel, and I’m the luckiest guy alive.
But
this isn't right. An angel like this shouldn't be waiting on line at a
bank. She needs more personal service. And I'll take care of every last
one of her needs.
I got sick of the finance game fast. Too many
jerk clients, too much drama in my life. So when I got my first bonus
and invested it wisely enough to make a fortune, I decided to trade it
all in.
But I know there's something missing. So when this angel in the sensible heels walks into my bank and into my life?
There's no way I'm letting this one go.
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