Complaint Review: Wells Fargo Bank Las Vegas - Las Vegas Nevada

"Go along to get along." I was a whistleblower in 1996 against an age-old organization, the "Mafia" in Las Vegas. I will never recover from the damage because there is no one who can right the wrong.  

They didn't have guns; they were not men named Big Louie; they are the perfect Mafia only Las Vegas could create. Perfection, aged like a fine wine. Mwah! They are professionals with responsibility for your money, your life and your family.

I did the right thing. I believe you do the right thing when it's hard to do; and when it may come at a tough price. Doing the right thing when it's easy is just that...easy.

I was exacted a very painful and devastating punishment. I was even warned; you can be successful and have a good life and career; or you can be stupid and I'll ruin you. I thought how ridiculous. I may lose my job, but I can find another one.

I was not prepared for the series of unimaginable events; and I'm lucky to be alive. However, I'm ruined, blacklisted, and legally branded as the bad person forever with no way to right the wrong.

Every day I struggle to take care of the basics for my daughters. Sleep escapes me most nights; I can't eat without forcing myself; I shake quite often; when my eyes open from brief sleep, I sob and stifle it as fast as I can so my daughters cannot hear me.

No amount of time, medicine or therapy lessens the daily pain and inability to get or keep a job since 1996.

It sounds like a ridiculous B movie, a wild conspiracy theory involving the financial institutions, the legal system and a prevailing religious group. Who would believe that? Who are we to question; they have the answers (albeit it ridiculous and wrong) for your complaints; they have the power.

They will destroy you and make sure you are humiliated on the way down by telling you in so many words, "I told you not to go against me."

"Everybody" gets paid and you have no idea they swim in the same cesspool. They get paid and it's your money they take. Try to reverse it, you cannot; try to complain, you will fail; try to go higher and then higher, you will be knocked down exponentially.

What happened to me? I refused to pay the outrageous fees to the attorneys and the CPA's. The work was either grossly disproportionate to the fees and costs or worse, the work was never performed. I questioned why the same few attorneys and CPA's were selected to perform the work on all the accounts. I questioned the missing items from the estates.

It began as verbal orders, then verbal abuse, then verbal warnings, then physical abuse. I still flash back and suddenly I'm there reliving it, in every detail, every sound, every image, every hit, especially the finale. I was taken down in a well-orchestrated and concerted process. It was perfection at its best...concise, multi-level, legal and final.

I'm strong; I'm smart; I've overcome adversity all my life...until I went against the best. 

It still goes on today. I hope to find the strength and a venue to at least warn others; and maybe someone will be saved from my fate. 

Sara, Poway California.