Confessions of a Wall Street Analyst: A True Story of Inside Information And Corruption in the Stock Market

by Reingold, Daniel

• ISBN13: 9780060747701
• ISBN10: 0060747706
• Edition: Reprint
• Format: Paperback
• Publisher: HarperCollins Publications

Summary

Here is the true story of a top Wall Street player's transformation from a straight-arrow believer to a jaded cynic, who reveals how Wall Street's insider game is really played. Dan Reingold was a top Wall Street analyst for fourteen years and Salomon Smith Barney analyst Jack Grubman's chief competitor in the red-hot sector of telecom. Reingold was part of the "Street" and believed in it. But in this action-packed, highly personal memoir written with accomplished Fast Company senior writer Jennifer Reingold the author describes how his enthusiasm gave way to disgust as he learned how deeply corrupted Wall Street and much of corporate America had become during the roaring stock market bubble of the 1990s. Confessions of a Wall Street Analyst provides a front-row seat at one of the most dramatic -- and ultimately tragic -- periods in financial history. Reingold recounts his introduction to the world of Wall Street leaks and secret deal-making; his experiences with corporate fraud; and Wall Street's alarming penchant for lavish spending and multimillion-dollar pay packages. Reingold spars with arch rival Grubman; fends off intense pressures from Wall Street bankers and corporate CEOs; and is wooed by Morgan Stanley's CEO, John Mack, and CSFB's 8ber-banker Frank Quattrone. Reingold describes instances in which confidential deals are whispered days before their official announcement. He recalls the moment he learns that Bernie Ebbers's WorldCom was massively cooking its books. And he is shocked to have been an unwitting catalyst for a series of sexually explicit e-mails that would rock Wall Street; bring Jack Grubman to his knees; and contribute to the stepping aside of Grubman's boss, Citigroup CEO Sandy Weill. Some of Reingold's stories are outrageous, others hilarious, and many are simply absurd. But, together, they provide a sobering expos? of Wall Street: a jungle of greed and ego, a place brimming with conflicts and inside information, and a business absurdly out of touch with the Main Street it claims to serve. He shows how government investigators, headlines notwithstanding, never got to the heart of the ethical and legal transgressions of the era. And how they completely overlooked Wall Street's pervasive use of inside information, leaving investors -- even sophisticated professionals -- cheated. The book ends with a series of important policy recommendations to clean up the investing business. In the tradition of Liar's Poker and Den of Thieves, Confessions of a Wall Street Analyst is a no-holds-barred insider's account that will open the eyes of every investor.

Author Biography

Dan Reingold is currently Project Director for Telecom Finance at the Columbia Institute for Tele-Information at Columbia's Graduate School of Business.

Table of Contents

Acknowledgments	p. xi
Cast of Characters	p. xv
Prologue: Tuesday, March 15, 2005	p. 1
The Plunge: 1989-1991	p. 11
"This Is the Street Where They Fool People."	p. 11
From Consulting to Communications: MCI	p. 13
My First Run-in with Jack Grubman	p. 17
Street Smarts	p. 19
Ed Comes Knocking	p. 22
From the Jetway to the Attic	p. 28
"We Do Not Make Negative or Controversial Comments About Our Clients."	p. 34
Around the World in Seven Days (or Less): 1992-1993	p. 40
Climbing Over the Wall	p. 40
"You're the Only One."	p. 43
"Hi, I'm John Mack..."	p. 48
Privatization Pandemonium	p. 53
The Perils of Papadam	p. 57
Mississippi Madness	p. 60
Rainmaker, Dealbreaker: 1993-1996	p. 66
Fraud 101	p. 66
Tone and Notice	p. 71
Jack's Knack	p. 74
Afternoon Tryst	p. 78
My Major Opinion Change: Upgrading the Bells, Downgrading AT&T	p. 84
The Power of the Poll	p. 87
"Just to Make Things Interesting"	p. 91
Intimidation: 1996-1997	p. 94
M&A Mania	p. 94
Nothing Personal?	p. 95
Internet Ignorance	p. 98
Suffocation	p. 100
My Failed Quest for Qwest	p. 104
Fido Loves WorldCom	p. 109
Irrational Exuberance	p. 110
Merger Mania: July 1997-January 1999	p. 115
The Case of the Secret Document	p. 115
MCI/BT: The "BloodBath"	p. 124
Jack and Bernie: Inextricably Linked	p. 128
Jack Plays Loose: I Play Banker	p. 133
How I Lost My Bank $25 Million	p. 138
Oxygen Deprivation: 1999	p. 146
My Multibillion-Dollar Mistake: AT&T	p. 146
"You're Missing the Fucking Boat on Level 3"	p. 151
"You Know He Can't Keep His Mouth Shut"	p. 156
The SEC's Deadly Mistake	p. 161
"How Can Your Best Friends Become Your Worst Enemies?"	p. 165
To Publish or Not?	p. 170
The Leak, the Ambush, and the Dupe: 1999	p. 173
"Shame on Them?"	p. 173
The $14 Billion Leak	p. 174
The Ambush	p. 178
A Piece of the Action at CSFB	p. 182
Merrill: I'm Outta Here	p. 188
"Any Idea What the Hell They Were Talking About?"	p. 191
The $1.5 Million Mistake	p. 193
The Dupe: Jack's AT&T Upgrade	p. 194
"I've Never Had a Conversation Like This."	p. 197
Humpty-Dumpty: 2000	p. 201
Playing with the Devil	p. 201
My Mountaintop Message	p. 205
Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?	p. 209
Two Minutes to Midnight	p. 211
The Beginning of the End	p. 215
The Guide-down Game	p. 220
A Week from Hell	p. 223
Crash and Burn: 2001	p. 230
The Crash	p. 230
The Show Must Go On	p. 234
Global's Insider Game	p. 236
Nacchio's Wrath	p. 240
The Analyst Plays the Villain	p. 242
Jack, the All-Knowing	p. 246
Qwest and Global: The Swapstakes	p. 248
Vindicated-But So What?	p. 250
Outed: Qwest's Accounting Gimmicks	p. 254
"How Do You Know This?"	p. 255
Jack Fell Down: 2002-April 2003	p. 260
The Worm Turns	p. 260
WorldCon	p. 267
Hearings from Hell	p. 269
"What's a Level 3?"	p. 276
Sex, Lies, and Videotape	p. 279
So Long to the Street	p. 287
Epilogue: Where Are They Now?	p. 292
Afterword: Back to the Future: Some Policy Prescriptions	p. 298
The Middleman's Dilemma	p. 301
Why Spinning Off Research Won't Work	p. 302
A Critique of Actual and Proposed Reforms	p. 303
What Needs to Be Done	p. 309
Notes	p. 316
Glossary	p. 325
Index	p. 329
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Confessions of a Wall Street Analyst
A True Story of Inside Information and Corruption in the Stock Market

Chapter One

The Plunge

1989-1991

Ed picked me up at my house in a taxi. My home, at the time, was nothing super fancy, but Paula and I had put a lot of sweat into it and were quite proud of it.

Ed took one look at the house and almost started laughing. "You ought to come to Wall Street and hit the big time," he said.

July 14, 1989

"This Is the Street Where They Fool People."

That's what I was thinking as I stepped off the early morning express train from Scarsdale and stood on Madison Avenue, blinking nervously in the bright sunlight. As I gazed up at the rows of tall buildings and tried to avoid colliding with the natives, I felt the tiniest sense of relief.

At least my job was on Wall Street. Madison Avenue, by contrast, was the center of the advertising world, the place where smart and manipulative companies burned loads of cash and creative energy to convince us that we needed to wash our hands with Dial, brush our teeth with Colgate, and wipe our derrières with Charmin. At least I was going to be an analyst whose job it was to evaluate companies on their merits, not someone whose raison d'être was to seduce America's soap-opera watchers with meaningless slogans and exaggerated promises.

My new job in equity research, I believed, had nothing to do with manipulation and everything to do with balanced, rational thinking. I had made the leap to Wall Street in part because of the money, but also because being an analyst seemed like the perfect job for a serious guy like me who liked to reason his way through life. Sure, emotion and hype sneaked into my line of work occasionally, but in the end, the stock market was rational, analytical, cool. Fooling people wasn't part of this equation.

Or so I thought. In retrospect my naïveté sounds charming or—let's not be charitable—silly. Of course Wall Street was as much about fooling people as Madison Avenue was, at least if you were one of the corporate executives trying to convince investors—and analysts—that your company's shares would shoot to the moon. But my job, I hastened to tell myself, was all about shooting straight. I had been in a sales role before, and I'd never liked it. Now I'd have a chance to focus entirely on the facts.

I grabbed on to that belief as if it were a life preserver and clutched it as I walked up Madison, then west on Forty-eighth Street and north on Sixth Avenue until I reached the headquarters of Morgan Stanley at Fiftieth and Sixth. I was 36 years old, it was my first day on Wall Street, and I was scared out of my mind.

Not that I had fallen off the turnip truck or anything. I had moved here from Washington, D.C., where I had been director of business analysis at MCI, the brash upstart that was shaking up the telecommunications business. I had interacted with Wall Street and its analysts and bankers for the past two years, trying to make them see my company as positively as I did. What I loved the most was the intellectual sparring as we debated the future of MCI and the telecom industry. It had been a great gig.

But this was the big time. I had been recruited by one of the premier investment banks, a place better suited to Brooks Brothers-clad Greenwich bluebloods than a middle-class public school guy from Buffalo, New York. I was going to be one of a select group of some 35 analysts at Morgan Stanley whose job it was to recommend stocks—and, I had been told, move the financial markets. The prestige and power of my new job filled me with pride. But the responsibility terrified and humbled me. All of a sudden I was in the major leagues, and I'd never even played Class A ball. What was I doing in the middle of this?

Already, I'd ventured pretty far from my beginnings as the son of a scrap-metal dealer with a high school education. I'd been a political science major and math minor at the State University of New York at Albany, where I'd met my wife-to-be, Paula Zimmer, during a Wiffle ball game on the first day of our second year. She studied art history and then went back to school to become a pediatric-intensive-care nurse. And I'd gone on to become a starry-eyed graduate student of Middle East politics at the University of Chicago and Princeton University, certain I wanted to devote my life to bringing peace to that powder keg of a region.

I ended up at the LBJ School of Public Affairs at the University of Texas, earning a master's degree in 1979. I was hoping for an assignment that involved foreign policy but instead accepted a $24,000 offer from Coopers & Lybrand, one of the world's largest accounting and consulting firms, as an economic consultant in its Washington, D.C., office. For a few years, I was really happy at Coopers. The job appealed to my inner wonk, and I worked my way up the food chain. But once I was promoted to manager, my job became more and more about selling new consulting services to clients. The whole selling thing turned me off. I didn't want my life to be defined by the spin and hype of selling. Working inside a growing company began to sound a lot more interesting.

From Consulting to Communications: MCI

It just so happened that the Coopers's D.C. office building backed up against the new offices of MCI, an upstart telecommunications company that had been in business since 1968. MCI had emerged as a young, exciting David to AT&T, the ultimate corporate Goliath, with a more responsive, entrepreneurial culture. Its founder, Bill McGowan, had found a way to compete against AT&T in the long distance market even . . .

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