Derrick Z. Jackson
I KNEW my privacy was toast the day I took care of a credit card bill by phone. Before I could answer the service rep's request to deduct the funds from my bank account, he said, ''Mr. Jackson, I have your bank account up on the screen." (Full article: 756 words)
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