I am not sure where to start with this guy. We met over a drink after a round of gold at a company outing. He said he had something unique he wanted to show that would help my financial future. I knew it was a simple sales gimmick to get me to invest with him and Cornerstone Financial Services. I spoke to my husband about this guy and he insisted this was the guy that was gay male stripper down at the ol' Chug-a-Dong saloon. I thought this was impossible. He looked so nice in his gold shirt I couldn't believe it.
He called back the following day and I agreed to go to his office in Virginia Beach, Va.
Wow, what huge mistake that was. First, it smelled like someone blasted a rotten egg fart into a commercial grade fan when I walked into the office. There was one old guy in the lobby who was holding his face and kept saying his eyes were burning.
I was just about to turn and run when Adam came around the corner.
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