After the prosecutor’s call

Leaning against the building that I might not be working in anymore and having just hung up from listening to a prosecutor, I felt like I was barely breathing.  I had to have a reality check.  My head bent down, I whispered aloud that a prosecutor had just called and...

The Prosecutor’s Call

It all began with a simple call.  I was sitting at my desk on the third floor of the bank building in downtown Raleigh, NC.  I worked as a trust advisor in the bank’s trust department.  I had been there for a few years. I was good at my job and liked it. The...