Area Man Warns Business Community To Not Get Taken For A Ride By 'Scam Artist' Recruiter Promising Him The World (A Gig At UBS)

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From the mailbag:

Hey Bess,

Please pass on this warning:

There is a Long Island woman going around posing as an independent recruiter who works at UBS. She gets people to give her money upfront, and will get says she'll get in touch with her connections.

She claims to have worked under Mary Meeker as an Equity Research Analyst during the tech boom. She will give you a fake 3 month money back guarantee document in case of no job placement and then will flee the scene.

She is short, fat, and has black hair. If you are contacted by her from a Long Island number, please contact the COPS. SHE is a SCAM ARTIST and will steal your money, don't be a fool like me.

DON'T BE FOOLED, SHE IS A THIEF WHO PREYS ON THE UNEMPLOYED!

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