The Warning Signs in the First Email
I remember sitting in a dimly lit café in Bloomsbury ten years ago, staring at a contract that felt less like a professional agreement and more like a hostage negotiation. The client—a man who spoke exclusively in vague, sweeping promises of “future exposure”—had spent forty minutes telling me how much he valued my talent, yet hadn’t once asked about my day rate. It’s a specific kind of vertigo, that realization that you’re being charmed by someone who has no intention of actually paying you. Most gurus will tell you to look for “misalignment of values,” but let’s be honest: that’s…