AARON

The Cavaliers Headquarters bustled on a Thursday evening, and I sat back on one of the Chesterfield leather couches. The atmosphere was great. Almost all the Cavaliers––men who belonged to the same club since college––were present, drinking and talking and laughing. Some sat on the couches, arranged in intimate circles in the middle of the room. Others collected in groups around the bar, puffing on cigars and discussing market shares or their latest investments and ...