Chapter 30 Part II Tasin-11

i will be a futures broker I froze there for a while.luke brandon wants to know if i have a boyfriend "Really?" I tried to sound normal, "When... when did it happen?" "Oh, just the other day," she said, "at the Brandon Communications press conference, he asked me. Very casual, you know." "what do you say?" "I said no." Claire gave me a slight grin. "You don't like him, do you?" "Of course." I rolled my eyes. But I have to admit, when I turned around and started typing on the computer again, I felt rather happy.Luke Brandon.I mean, it doesn't matter if you like him or not - it's still fun.Luke Brandon. "This extremely flexible plan," I tapped, "provides comprehensive death benefits and a large retirement pension. As an example, a man in his thirties puts in £100 a month..."

You know what? It occurred to me that the sentence stopped in the middle.This kind of life is too boring.I deserve a better life. I shouldn't just be sitting in this shabby office, typing out the details of the promotion in a pamphlet and trying to turn them into some kind of trustworthy newspaper article.I should be doing something more interesting than that, or doing a job that pays more, or both. I stop typing and rest my chin in my hand.It's time to start over.Why don't you learn from Ellie? I'm not afraid of working harder, am I? Why not make life more regular, go to a headhunter and find yourself a new job that everyone else will envy? I'll make a lot of money Income, a dedicated car, wearing Karen Millen suits every day.And I don't have to worry about money anymore.

I couldn't be more excited.That's right! This is the answer to everything.i will be... "Claire?" I asked casually, "who makes the most money in this city?" "I don't know," Claire frowned thoughtfully, "maybe it's a futures broker." Well, that's it.I'm going to be a futures broker, easy! It was easy, very easy! At 10 o'clock the next morning, I walked nervously to the gate of the "William Green" senior talent company.As I pushed the door open, I glanced at my face and felt a rush of excitement.do i really have to do this

I bet you yes.I'm in my smartest black suit, pantyhose and heels, and I have a copy of the Financial Times tucked under my arm, which stands out.I also carry a briefcase with a combination lock that my mother gave me for Christmas one year, but I never use it.One reason is that it looks dull and heavy; the other reason is that I've forgotten the combination, so there's really no way to open it.But it looks good for formal occasions, so this will do. When I told Jill Foxon on the phone that I wanted to change careers, she was very nice and seemed moved by my experience.I quickly typed a resume and emailed it to her.Yes, I lightened up the oil and vinegar a bit, but isn't that what they expect? Sell yourself! And it really worked because she got back to me about ten minutes after she got my resume. She got on the phone and asked when I would like to interview because she thought there was a job opportunity that would interest me.

A job opportunity that interests me! I'm so excited it's hard to keep calm.I walked straight into Philip's office and told him I wanted to take the day off tomorrow to take my nephew to the zoo.He wasn't suspicious at all.He will be amazed to find out that I have become an ambitious futures broker overnight. "Hi," I said confidently to the desk lady, "I'm here for Miss Jill Foxon. I'm Rebecca Bloomwood." "From..." Oh my God.I can't say it's from Money Success.This might get to Philip and he'll know I'm looking for a new job.

"From...nowhere, really." I smiled at her slack. "That's Rebecca Bloomwood. There's an appointment at ten." "Okay," she said with a smile, "please sit down." I picked up my briefcase and walked over to the black upholstered chair, trying not to show how nervous I was.I sat down, glanced hopefully at the magazines on the coffee table (nothing interesting at all, just magazines like The Economist), then I leaned back in my chair and looked around. look up.I have to admit, this foyer is quite beautiful.In the middle was a man-made fountain, and glass staircases wound up, and it looked like miles away, and I could see the latest model of elevators, not one, not two, but maybe ten.Omg! This place must be huge.

"Rebecca?" A blonde girl in light-colored trousers suddenly appeared in front of me.Her suit is beautiful, I thought, very pretty. "Hi!" I said, "Jill!" "No, I'm Amy." She smiled. "Jill's assistant." Wow, that's cool! Having your own assistant serve guests, as if you're too important and too busy to handle things like that yourself.Maybe when I become an important futures broker and Ellie comes to see me for lunch, I'll send my assistant to greet her too.Maybe I'll get a male assistant - and then, we fall in love! Omg, this is straight out of a movie: Ambitious women and likable but sensitive...  

"Rebecca?" I realized that Amy was staring at me curiously. "are you ready?" "Of course!" I replied cheerfully, picking up my briefcase.As we strode across the polished floor, I sneaked a few more glances at Emmy's trousers—my eye settled on the humble Emporio Armani label.I couldn't believe my eyes.Even the assistant wears Emporio Armani, so what will Jill wear herself? Couture Dior? God, I swear I'm already in love here. We went up to the sixth floor and down long, endless, carpeted corridors. "You want to be a futures broker?" Amy asked after a moment's silence.

"Yes," I said, "just an idea." "Do you know anything about this industry?" "Ah, you know..." I smiled modestly, "I've written a lot about various areas of the financial industry, so I'm pretty sure!" "That's good," Amy smiled at me. "Some people just don't have a clue. Jill just asked them basic questions, but..." She gestured.I don't know what that means, but it's not pretty. "That's right!" I forced myself to say in a relaxed tone. "So, what kind of problem is it?"

"Oh, nothing to worry about!" said Amy. "She might ask you... oh, I don't know. Like 'How do you do business with frivolous people?' or 'There's a difference between open spending and operations research. What's the difference?' or, 'How do you calculate the expiration date of a futures contract?' are some basic things." "No problem!" I suppressed my fear, "That's great." Something in my heart told me to turn around and run away, but at this time we had reached a light flaxen wooden door. "Here," Amy said to me, smiling, "do you want tea or coffee?"

"Coffee, thanks," I answered, but wishing I could say, "A shot of liquor, thanks." Amy knocked on the door, opened it, ushered me in, and said, "Rebecca Bloom Here comes Wood." "Rebecca!" A dark-haired woman behind the desk stood up and shook my hand. I'm a little surprised that Jill isn't as well-dressed as Amy.She was wearing a rather old-fashioned blue suit and tacky sneakers.But that's okay, she's the boss.And her office is stunningly beautiful. "It's been great getting to know you," she motioned me to sit in the armchair at her desk, "and I'll just cut to the chase, I really appreciate your resume." "Really?" I suddenly felt much more relaxed.Then it can't be too bad, can it? "Very appreciated".Maybe it's okay if I can't answer those questions. "Especially your talent for languages," Jill went on, "is excellent. You do seem to be a rare talent, a generalist." "Actually, my French is only spoken," I said modestly, "Voici la plume de ma tante in French, which means: This is my aunt's pen. ——Annotation, that's all!" Jill smiled appreciatively, and I smiled back.