The organization, a private commercial property and casualty company originally founded in the early 1900s, epitomized the essence of an anachronism. Indeed, this one hundred year old aberration resembled something one might view in an episode of the Twilight Zone, complete with eerie background music and a Rod Serling soliloquy in the foreground. Generally speaking only a smattering of these relics still exists today. Since the company remains closely held by an heiress living in Boca Raton, reviewing financial metrics indicative of the enterprise's health would never be an attainable option. Moreover, after inheriting the business from her late husband, she would remain as a figurehead of this arcane company in order to continue expensing
