Where Wall Street takes their Mistress

Hey, Turney. I need a spot for tonight,” Paul said.

I knew the dude, but not well. He was a senior broker and I was a sales assistant. It was the late 90s and I was “The Guy.” There’s one in every office on Wall Street. He’s the person who can tell you where to go for any occasion. He can get you a table and bypass the hassle.