#3 BLIMPS
BLIMPS are the cocksure brokers with dirigible-sized egos that rival anything Goodyear floats over NFL stadiums. Think Boiler Room. BLIMPS hog the air. They know everything and hear nothing. They talk louder and faster than anyone else, often to bully their clients into trades and their bosses into favors. As a general rule, BLIMPS offer no substance and all it takes is a little prick to bring these giant gasbags crashing to the ground.
How do you hang up on BLIMP stockbrokers?
What’s your favorite way to cut the connection? What’s your story? Years ago, I heard about a prospect who held the phone next to the toilet and pulled the handle before hanging up. The stockbroker called back and said, “Nobody ever flushed me on the phone before.”
The New York Times describes my novels as “money porn,” “a red-hot franchise,” and “glittery thrillers about fiscal malfeasance.” Through fiction I explore the dark side of money and the motivations of those who have it, want more, and will steamroll anybody who gets in their way.