i had a friend, who owned his own company - decided to take a break and travelled to NY.
He visited a congo, and when they heard he had his own company, he was courted by the Beth Hell agents.
He saw floors where brothers said, 'you must have money if you're up here'.
He was taken to dinner by a Beth hell heavy, along with a worldy financial advisor they employ. Said heavy had a business expense account, and paid for the expensive dinner. Hmmmm
Yet the office minions are not even allowed to sip a drink while they work at their desk, and have to ask permission to go to the toilet.
HB