The insurance broker walked in and had the client figured out in less time than it took him to fake a smile and offer his soft and manicured hand. Delighted to meet you, my name is Mr Brooker, but you can call me David. Now, I believe you need some insurance. He fought off the smile that would give away his greed and straightened his suit tie. His tongue was smooth and his words better than silk. The old lady relaxed, hanging on his every word. Sometimes his job was too easy, but then he had an executive home to pay for and two ex-wives - not cheap, not cheap at all!