Chapter 4 third chapter

When the phone rang, Sarah.Jason was still in bed, wrapped around his boyfriend Eddie, enjoying his last few precious days in London before flying off on his latest adventure.She stretched out one bare arm and quickly grabbed the phone.It was her colleague David who called with a worried voice. Listen, Sarah, it's half past eight.You're half an hour late, and Carter is looking for you everywhere.A little pissed off.not like him Sarah giggled, so what did you say to him? I said you had an appointment with the doctor early in the morning. marvelous.Sarah said they didn't see patients before nine o'clock.My appointment takes half an hour, three quarters of an hour from Chelsea to the City.See you at a quarter past ten.Before he could answer, she hung up and turned her attention back to Eddie.

At ten o'clock she finally slipped gently out of Eddie's arms and got out of bed quickly.Eddie watched her across the room.She was tall, about five feet nine, with a slender, well-muscled, curvaceous figure.She lolled along, without coyness, proud of her naked body.She took a long shower, holding her long brown hair in a bunch and holding it high with one hand to keep it from getting wet.She stepped out of the bathroom, leaving a trail of water that narrowed and narrowed behind her.Wrapped in a thin cotton kimono, she walked across the bedroom and onto the roof terrace.She loved June, with its colors and the scent of roses, six-foot palms, gardenias, and geraniums.

She lingered for a while, letting the warm air dry her damp skin, then returned to the house, searched in the closet, and picked out a lavender linen suit and tan leather shoes.She slung the tote bag across her chest, kissed Eddie, and left the house smiling.She hails a taxi that rolls slowly down the King's Road and arrives at her trading desk at Finlays Bank by eleven o'clock. Five minutes later, John.Carter came over.He's the CEO of Finlays Bank and Sarah's ex-lover, so I guess that's all right?He had a gracious smile on his face. Oh no problem.Sara replied with a smile, just a regular check, you know.

Carter's face flushed slightly.David sitting on Sarah's left.Reed coughed suddenly and violently.Sarah glared at him. I wondered, Carter brushed Reid off and went on, if you'd like to come to the client lunch tomorrow.They would very much like to have a forex trader on hand to accompany them.he added. Sarah checked the schedule, Wednesday, the tenth.She looked up and smiled, yes, no problem, John. When Carter returned to the office, he hung up on Barrington. Everything is in order, President.See you tomorrow. here you go.By the way, do you have the resume of this girl Jason?

I'll ask the HR department to find a copy, and I'll fax it to you this afternoon. Actually, if you don't mind, I'd like it to be delivered by bike.Barrington said. absolutely okay.Carter was puzzled by this mysterious practice, and wondered again what it was all about. It had begun ten days earlier, when Carter's secretary, in her characteristic nasal voice, was trying to make out her, Kate.Jenkins, in a tone that would not have influenced anyone, told him that the Governor of the Bank of England had called him.When Carter answered the phone, he didn't know if it was business or social entertainment.He had known Barrington for nearly twenty years.They were neighbors when they lived in Surrey and had close social and professional ties.Since Carter's divorce, Barrington's wife, Eileen, has often invited him to have dinner with them on weekends.

However, this time the call was not social.After the usual banter, Barrington turned to the foreign exchange market, and finally got to the point where he asked Carter how good the foreign exchange traders were.Carter told Barrington that there was only one person worth mentioning, and then sent Sarah.Jason described it.Barrington then asked Carter many questions about Sarah: how she looked;Barrington said he had a special interest in the people who were actually on the front lines of the deal and wanted to talk to them. Carter dismissed the call as a bout of ivory tower syndrome.The president may get tired of the company of other heads, since most of this group is rather dull.He may decide to reach out to the lower class on impulse, so who could be more suitable than a foreign exchange trader?Carter thought, if the president really saw Sarah.Jason, he's going to be pleasantly surprised.

Carter forgot about the call afterwards, so he was surprised when the governor called again this morning to tell him about a free lunch that had fallen from the sky.Barrington murmured that the president of the Bank of Romania (God bless the man) had canceled the appointment, probably in connection with their domestic troubles, so that he and Carter could have lunch tomorrow, and he asked Carter in passing Would you like to take that forex trader he mentioned, what's his name, Jason? So, Carter made relevant arrangements out of curiosity.He pored over Sarah's resume, thinking maybe the president wanted to hire her.After reading, he gave the resume to the secretary, and told her to send it to the Bank of England by bicycle, and handed it over to the president for collection.

Carter thought it was a possibility.The Bank of England won't pay her even half of what she makes here.Since Sarah started working for them four years ago, rival banks have often tried to entice her to leave.Whether it is Carter or Jamie, the director of the trading office.Rawlinson was unwilling to let her go.They were willing to pay whatever gratuity was necessary to keep her. There is no doubt that she stands out among her contemporaries.She has an instinctive feel for the markets and an idiosyncrasy for taking risks.Unlike many other traders, she was elated when her trades were successful and didn't care if she lost money.Carter felt that there was something peculiar about her ambition, she was sure of it, but she had no time for office intrigues.Most of her contemporaries would openly profess their unwavering loyalty to their current boss.She is different. She made it clear that she will only work for a while, and she will leave when she has saved a certain amount of money.Her real interest was in mountaineering expeditions with her younger brother Alex, or her new boyfriend, who was called Eddie, Carter remembered with regret.

Carter sat alone in his quiet office, at the mercy of endless thoughts that haunted him almost all day, and from which he found no solace.He initially tried to anesthetize himself with rationalized explanations.He told himself that it was only logical that Sarah would want to go out with someone her age.He always believed that she slept with him only out of sympathy for him.His wife was divorcing him at the time.She said she didn't see him at all all day.He was either in the office or at some boring client's dinner, and she had long since given up on those occasions.Carter then brought his star trader Sarah.Jason attended these business dinners.Clients love her.It wasn't long before he fell in love with her too, and poured out his heart to her, because this woman understood both sides of his life, the private and the professional.Also, she is stunningly beautiful.Her charm is irresistible.

They spent six months together.His confidence and faith in life were restored because of her.He wanted to marry her wholeheartedly, though he never made it clear, but he believed she could feel it.She told him with the utmost tenderness that she was not suitable for him.He knew that because of his age and his wife's attack, he had no vanity, and what Sarah really meant was that he was not suitable for her.So he sadly abandoned her. They have continued to meet since then, having lunch together about once a month.He couldn't help but ask her about her boyfriend.For a while, she told him she hadn't talked yet.But then she met Eddie, a friend of her younger brother Alex.That was a year ago.Carter thought he could do nothing but let the matter go.

Just at John.Carter recalled his relationship with Sarah.At the time when Johnson's connection was being made, someone was speeding through the streets of the City of Finance on a motorbike, handing Sarah's resume to Anthony.Barrington sent. Half an hour later, the resume skipped the in-basket and was sent to Barrington's desk after going through the security check in the bank's mail room.Barrington cut open the outer package and read it with great interest. Sarah.Louise.Jason, British nationality, was born in New Orleans in 1966 and is 27 years old now.Educated at Hampstead Girls' School, and later admitted to Trinity College, Cambridge University, where he was a double honor student in mathematics.Interests include jazz, reading, skiing, mountaineering and travelling.After graduating, he spent a year traveling around the United States and then started working at Finlays Bank. Barrington turned to the employment report written by Finlays' personnel department.The first report, written in abbreviated note form, evaluates its business capabilities.Excellent transaction record.Consistent big winners.A level-headed professional trader.Last year, the department made a profit of 6 million pounds.I don't insist on commuting to and from get off work on time.Maybe it deserves special treatment in terms of exemption from regulations because of its large profit contribution.Every time when the behavior of not being punctual at work is discovered, he can happily admit it frankly.Barrington couldn't help laughing as he read the scribbled handwritten notes above the last comment.He read: "At least she's honest." The second part is full of administrative details.Barrington scanned the bank account numbers, mortgage benefits, health insurance.A set of numbers jumped out on the paper, and he was stunned.Last year's total income: 400,000 pounds; basic salary 100,000 pounds; bonus 300,000 pounds.Even by increasingly bullish City salary standards, that is considerable.She thus became one of the highest paid women in the City, and in fact one of the highest paid currency traders. In terms of professional qualifications, Barrington thought, Sarah.Jason was certainly more than adequate.The only question is whether she has the mental qualities to be a spy.Of course, this can only be discovered by face-to-face observation.As for what qualities should be discovered, Barrington himself has no idea.But one thing he is very clear, that is, he is eager to see Sarah.Jason. He put the few pages of resume back in the envelope, curious about her face at the same time.Before he sealed the envelope and locked it in the safe, one last detail leapt to his eye.He noticed that only her aunt and brother were listed in the next of kin column.He thought it was odd.She is only twenty-seven years old.The parents must not have passed away, right?Maybe there was a marriage change?Not a good sign.He pressed the buzzer to summon his secretary and told her to put Carter on the phone. Five minutes later, the two got on the phone.Carter explained that there was no marital change.Sarah's parents were killed in a car accident in New Orleans when she was eight years old.That must have scarred her or something.Barrington said. Carter was silent for a moment, a stream of memories and unasked questions came over him.It was all guesswork, he told himself, and dismissed the idea.All he said was: I think she has come to terms with it in her own way.Satisfied with this, Barrington hung up.For his part, Sarah.Jensen is still the best fit on paper