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Investments control

... Teresa would have gone through life as Tristan." She laughed at that and the tension she had evaporated like snow in the sun. She stood there for a moment more and then joined me on the floor. She folded her legs beneath herself and leant against the wall. Now she looked more relaxed. "So Ziggy, what brings a Mohican warrior to the City at," and she looked at her watch, "at half past nine in the morning. I can't imagine there are many cowboys that need scalping here." Now it was my turn to laugh. I explained that I was a musician who contrary to popular belief didn't piss all my earnings against the wall or snort my brains out on cocaine, but instead invested my money. She looked at me with renewed interest. "So that explains your appearance, but why were you soooo angry when you stepped into the lift?" "And upset your colleague?" "Oh I wouldn't worry about Susan," she grinned. "She's very old fashioned, but apart from that she's adorable and quite harmless." I explained how my business manager had invested in something dodgy and I'd taken quite a hit." She nodded sympathetically. "Well you should expect some investments to go bad," she said as a true professional and even though I had to agree with her, it still niggled me. What angered me the most was that Steve had acted against my better judgement and in the end I'd been proved right. It was not something guaranteed to improve my humour. Andrea shook her head disapprovingly and asked who my broker was. When I mentioned ...

... Steve's name she began to search in her memory and then started nodding. “Young guy, about your age.” I nodded. “Hmmm,” she added disapprovingly “Good looking, but a bit cocky…” I half smiled and nodded my head again. "You should report him," she said businesslike but I just shook my head. "Can't do that," I told her, "We went to uni and studied economics together. We were best friends and I couldn't do anything like that to him. So he's made a mistake. I know him, and he genuinely believed he would make me a packet." I shrugged my shoulders again. "At the end of the day it's only money." "Jesus, are you're that forgiving," she asked sceptically. I nodded. "This is all show," I said and indicated my appearance. "Helps keep the bank balance in order," I said self-effacing whilst watching her intently. "Is it me or is it getting warm in here?" she asked changing the subject suddenly. "You're not wrong," I said, agreeing with her. I hadn't really realised it, but now that she mentioned it, I could feel myself perspiring lightly. "And it's only going to get warmer," I warned her. "They reckon today it will hit the high twenties and in some places maybe reach the thirty degrees." A soft groan was her answer. I watched her reach into her handbag and pull out an iPhone. "At least I can do some work on this thing," she said and slid her finger over the screen. I could have done the same thing but to be honest, I enjoyed watching her. Occasionally she would absentmindedly run her hand ...