He looked like the kind of guy who calls everyone “buddy.”
Cool blazer. No tie. Designer watch. Whiskey in hand. And a smile that said, "I'm not here to sell you anything." Except he was.
He was the DSO's closer. The friendliest face of the sharpest contract you'd ever sign. And I watched a very smart dentist—a respected, successful, clinically gifted doctor—get taken for nearly $1.3 million less than he should have received.
All because the guy with the whiskey made him feel like it was just a chat.