D ovi Gelber was humming as he walked down the hall. It was time for the monthly meeting with his father-in-law never an unpleasant experience but even more exciting when the numbers were good.
The new associate Kellner was no Chaim Reimer but he was slowly turning a corner. Reimer had 30 years’ worth of accounts and the benefit of experience. When he’d left some of the older clients had complained that they’d relied on Reimer’s “magic touch.” Dovi had bristled telling his wife each evening that there was nothing Chaim Reimer had that couldn’t be taught in a few weeks. Kellner had some rough edges too but Dovi had proclaimed it his personal mission to transmit not just the fundamentals of finance but also of customer relations.
(When he’d announced this at a meeting Braunfeld had whispered “That’s good because customer relations might actually be something you know about.” Dovi had glared at him and Braunfeld shrugged. “Sorry I was just missing Chaim.” Gelber feeling empowered had said “That’s great maybe go visit him and ask him how the whole chasing-skunks-and-dealing-with-homesick-kids thing is going.” Braunfeld feeling bold said “Actually I just texted him this week. He says he’s loving it.” Dovi had shuffled his papers pointedly and returned to business.)
He came into his father-in-law’s office and grinned. “Hey look who came in from the golf course?”
