August, 1979: It was a day much like any other day. I had recently been attempting to facilitate a meeting with my clients in Philadelphia when I learned of the merger that would soon encroach upon my company’s assets. “We have no time to waste,” I said to my secretary. “Get the New York account on the line.”
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