MOLAB

Well, Mr. Zax glared at me for a while and then asked: Why do you want to join Syndicate Investment Partners?

Well, said I, I really got tired of working in consulting. The fees are not consummerate with the intellectual effort involved.

At that time, I felt that answer really connected with Mr. Zax. His upper lip twitched. His eyes grew wider and he slumped in his chair. He casually swept off a paperweight from his desk.

I thought that he's really settling in for a good juicy story of why my animalistic business instincts would be best suite for this firm.

Since I'm the smartest guy I know..(dramatic pause)...and the most driven, where else to go but The Syndicate? I don't want to work for fees. I want in! I want to MOLAB!

His head slumped. I knew he was deep in thought, wondering what MOLAB was? Hah!

MOLAB, I continued, I want to MOLAB - I want to Make Out Like A Bandit. Get it? Get a piece of the billion dollar deals that The Syndicate works on. You can see I'm creative AND analytical. A very rare breed.

He didn't say anything. I waited for five minutes. Time to show some initiative. I got up. "Well, "I said, "Think about it. I'm yours to lose." And walked out.

How the hell was I to know he was having a heart attack?