Chapter 35 Part II Tasin-16

Big headache I came home this afternoon feeling tired and miserable.Suddenly, triple-A bank jobs and shopping in Harrods with Luke Brandon seemed miles and miles away.Real life isn’t driving around Knightsbridge in a taxi, picking out thousands of pounds of boxes, is it? Real life is: I have a tiny apartment as my home that’s still filled with curry and a pile of disturbing letters from the bank, which I'm struggling with... I put the key in the lock, and just as I opened the door, I heard Suzie yell, "Becky, is that you?" "It's me!" I tried to sound cheerful, "Where are you?"

"I'm here!" She appeared at my bedroom door.Her face was flushed, and her eyes were shining brightly. "Guess what! I have a surprise for you!" "What is it?" I said as I put down my briefcase.To be honest, I'm not in the mood for Suzie's surprise.She probably just switched my bed or something.I just want to sit down, have a cup of tea and eat something.I haven't had lunch yet. "Come and have a look. No... no, close your eyes first, and I will show you the way." "Okay." I said reluctantly.I closed my eyes and let Suzie hold my hand.We started walking down the porch—and, of course, I couldn't help feeling a sense of anticipation as we approached my bedroom door.I'm always in a situation like this.

"Da da da da, now you can open your eyes!" I opened my eyes and stared blankly at my room, wondering what the hell did Suzie do? At least she didn't paint the bedroom walls, didn't touch my curtains, my computer Also safe and sound.So what did she do... Then I saw, on my bed, piles and piles, all of which were ready-made photo frames.Those are all well-crafted, solid, sturdy picture frames.I can't believe my eyes! My bed has at least...   "I've made 100 of them!" Suzie said behind my back, "I'll make the rest tomorrow! Are they good?" I turned and stared at her in disbelief.

"These... you made all of these?" "Of course!" she replied proudly. "Once you get the hang of it, it's really easy! I did it while I was watching Good Morning Coffee. Oh, I hope you watched that show too. Someone scored a very Great call, it's about men wearing women's clothes! There's this guy..." "Wait a minute," I tried to figure out what the hell was going on. "Wait a minute, Suzy. I don't understand, it must have taken you so much time to make these things." I couldn't believe my eyes again on the stack of amazing photo frames. "Why... why on earth are you—"

"You didn't succeed, did you?" Suzie said kindly. "I just wanted to give you a hand." "Help me?" I repeated feebly. "I'll finish the rest tomorrow, and then I'll call the shipper," Suzie said, "You know, it's a really great system. You don't have to mail order them. They'll come and pick them up! Then , and they'll give you a check. That should add up to £284. Not bad, huh?" "Wait," I turned around, "you mean they'll give me a check?" At that, Suzy looked at me like I was a fool. "Of course, Becky, those are your frames!"

"But you made them! Suzie, it's your money!" "But I'm doing it for you!" Suzie glared at me, "So you can earn that £300!" I just stared at her, unable to speak, and suddenly felt a lump in my throat.Suzy made those frames just for me! I slowly sat down on the bed, picked up a frame, and ran my fingers through its texture.She did it so perfectly, it could have taken Liberty's as a representation of traditional British department stores. - Go sell in the translation notes. "Susie, it's your money. It's not mine," I finally said. "Now it's your business."

"Well, that's where you got it wrong," Suzie said, with a triumphant look on her face. "I have my own business." She came over, reached out and took out something from behind the pile of ready-made photo frames.It was a picture frame - but nothing like a "Fancy Frame".It was trimmed all around in silver, with the word "Angel" affixed to it with flower-shaped ribbons, and the four corners were studded with little silver balls.This is the most beautiful and everyone's favorite photo frame I have ever seen. "Did you like it?" Suzie asked a little nervously.

"I like it so much!" As I replied, I grabbed the photo frame and studied it carefully. "Where did you buy it?" "I didn't buy it anywhere," she said, "I made it myself." "What?" I stared at her with wide eyes, "You...did it yourself?" "Yeah, I did it while I was watching 'Between the Neighbors.' Today's episode was amazing! Beth found out about Joey and Skye." I was completely stunned.How did Suzy become so powerful all of a sudden? "So, what do you think?" She took the frame back from my hand and turned it over in her hand. "Can it be sold?"

Can it be sold? "Susie," I said seriously, "you're going to be a millionaire." We drank a lot for the rest of the night, painting the vision of Suzie becoming an Anita Roddick-esque career woman.We also had a hysterical discussion about whether she should wear "Chanel" or "Prada" if she was going to meet the Queen? By the time I went to bed, I had Luke Brandon, the Bank of Helsinki, and everything I met that day All the unlucky things that came to him were thrown into the blue sky. But the next morning, it all came back to my mind like a horror movie.When I woke up, I just felt weak and weak, and desperately wished I could call in sick.I don't want to go to work at all, I just want to be cozy in bed watching TV and be a millionaire with Suzie.

But it's the busiest week of the month for the magazine, and Philip won't believe I'm sick! So, I had no choice but to get up reluctantly, get dressed and go out on the subway.At Lucio's, I got myself a jumbo cappuccino, a muffin, and a brownie.I don't mind being fat.I just need sugar, caffeine and chocolate, the more the merrier. Luckily, today is a very busy day for everyone to chat, so I don't have to tell you what I did when I was away yesterday.Claire has been typing something, and there is a pile of proofs on my desk waiting to be checked.So, after checking my e-mails—none of them—I settled in a chair in agony, picked up the first proof, and looked at it.

"Balancing the risk and reward of investing in the stock market can be a very dangerous business, especially for new investors." Omg this is all so tedious! "However, returns can be high in certain segments of the market, but nothing is guaranteed - as for those short-term investors..." "Rebecca?" I looked up and saw Philip walking towards me with a piece of paper in his hand.He didn't look very happy and for one horrific moment I thought Jill Foxon from "William Green" had spoken to him on the phone and he already knew all about it and he was here to fire me up.But when he got closer, I realized that what he was holding was just an ordinary press conference invitation. "I'd like you to come to this meeting for me," he said. "It's Friday. I was going to go by myself, but there's a meeting in the distribution department and I might not be able to get away." "Oh," I said nonchalantly, reaching out to take the piece of paper. "Okay. What's it about?" "The Olympia personal finance meeting," he said, "we cover it all the time." what.Ha ha…… "Barclays will have a champagne reception at noon," he added. "Oh, good!" I became slightly interested, "Okay, that sounds good, so what is it..." I glanced at the invitation, and my heart sank because the Brandon Communications logo was emblazoned across the top of the page. "Actually, it's just one big networking session," Philip said, "about all aspects of personal finance. Talks, opinions, events, whatever is interesting, report on it. It's all up to you!" "Okay," I hesitated, "no problem." I mean, I don't care if Luke Brandon might be there! I don't care about him at all.I want to treat him with his own way, if he doesn't respect me, I won't respect him either.If he wants to talk to me, I lift my chin proudly, turn away, and... "How is the proofreading?" asked Philip. "Oh, it went well." I picked up the top one again, "It should be finished soon." He nodded slightly and left.I started proofreading again. "... As for those short-term investors, they may risk more than the possible return on these stocks." Oh come on, it's so tedious! I can't even concentrate to figure out what the hell this article is talking about? "As a result, more and more investors are looking for greater assurance of stock market behavior. One option is a tracker investment, which automatically 'tracks' the top 100 companies at any given time ..." Wow, this gave me an idea! I pulled out my memo and called Ellie at Wesby's. "I'm Eleanor Granger." Her voice sounded erratic and echoed.This line must be unstable. "Hi, Ellie, I'm Rebecca," I said. "I heard the food at Tracker's Bar is really good. Is it true? I haven't been there yet..." There was a flurry of voices on the other end of the phone, and I stared at the receiver dumbfounded.Faintly, I could hear Ellie saying, "Sorry, I'll wait..." "Becky!" she whispered on the phone. "I'm on speakerphone! The head of our department was in my office just now." "Oh my gosh!" I was shocked. "I'm sorry! Is he still there?" "Not anymore." Ellie sighed. "God knows what he thinks of me now!" "Well," I reassured her, "he must have a sense of humor, doesn't he?" Ellie said nothing. "Okay," I said again, not so sure this time. "Anyway, can you come out for a drink at noon?" "I'm afraid not," she said. "I'm sorry, Rebecca, I really have to go away." She hung up. Nobody likes me anymore.I suddenly felt a chill from the bottom of my heart and started a cold war.I couldn't even sit comfortably in the chair.Oh god I hate today, I hate everything, I want to go home! But when Friday rolls around, I have to say I feel better.This is mainly because: 1 Today is Friday. 2 I don't have to stay in the office all day. 3Ellie called yesterday to apologize for her rudeness that day when another person came into her office while we were on the phone.She also said she would also be present at the Olympia Personal Finance Exchange. not to mention: 4 I have completely forgotten about Luke Brandon.After all, who cares about him that much? So when I'm ready to go, I feel refreshed and confident.I'm wearing a black shirt, a new gray wool sweater, and my new boots, dark gray suede boots from Hobbs.I must say, I do look amazing in this outfit! God, I love new clothes.If everyone can wear new clothes every day, they will be in a good mood every day.