Chapter 14 Chapter Thirteen

You made a good impression on my brother.Dante.Scarpirato laughed.He rested his elbows on the trading table and leaned toward Sarah.Sara is sitting in front of the monitor right now, and you know, it's not fair to put up with someone like him. Sarah looked up into his eyes, so who should I have trouble with? His eyes widened in an instant.Before he could answer, Arnott stepped forward and patted him on the back. Good morning, Dante.His tone was more self-righteous than usual. Scarpirato ignored Arnott and walked into the conference room.Others followed suit.Wilson arrived on time.Scarpirato gave them trade orders, the first time he had done so.He asked them to take in sterling, which he believed to be undervalued.He believes that the British economy is recovering, but because of its belated arrival and many false positives in the past, the market is reluctant to believe politicians even though they say that a strong economic recovery is indeed within reach this time.

According to Scarpirato, representatives of the Group of Seven, which includes the United Kingdom, the United States, Japan, Germany, France, Italy and Canada, agreed that the pound was undervalued.He thought there was a good chance they would join forces to launch a support operation.The only question is when to activate it.Scarpirato thought it was close at hand. Sarah listened with interest.On the whole, she agreed with Scarpirato's analysis.The elusive thing is timing.Scarpirato said that he hoped that they would establish a heavy position, say 300 million pounds, which would be due for delivery in a week.

He directed the group to buy GBP/USD futures for a one-week period.That is to say, they will enter the market today, agree to buy a certain amount of British pounds from other counterparties seven days later, and pay in US dollars seven days later. Scarpirato's group will bet that the pound will appreciate against the dollar in the meantime.If so, the pounds they bought a week later could be sold immediately for more than the dollar amount they needed to buy to fulfill the transaction.The remaining GBP after cashing out is the net profit. It's like agreeing to buy three apples a week later in exchange for three oranges, only to find that after buying the apples, you can sell the apples for four oranges.Only in this case, if Scarpirato was right, they could have netted millions of pounds.

For every 100 million pounds of positions they hold, Intercontinental Bank has to provide 10 million pounds in margin, and the rest is borrowed.Speculating on borrowed money, also known as margin trading, is a risky business, but if you get the market right, the rewards can be spectacular.That's the allure of leverage.You only put up a small portion of your bet as margin, but all the profits go to you. For a £300 million position, just a small move in the right direction could generate a profit of several million pounds.But its pros and cons are ambiguous.You could also lose millions of pounds and wipe out your entire margin in one stroke.So if you have a £300 million position with a margin of £30 million, you could lose the entire £30 million margin if the market moves against you.It is not enough to have the right idea, but also to grasp the timing accurately.

According to Scarpirato's calculations, the pound will appreciate against the dollar next week.It's a high-precision gamble that requires precise timing, and it goes against what the market thinks in the short term.You need either extraordinary courage, or a solid grasp of the facts you know, to take part in such a gamble.But you don't know the facts, you're just speculating.Sarah wondered what it was that Scarpirato was so sure of winning. For the next day and a half, the group has been busy building positions.This in itself is a very skillful act.Market makers, the people they trade with when opening a position, are extremely sensitive.If they suspect that Intercontinental Bank is buying heavily on sterling, they will raise their sterling-dollar exchange rate.For such a heavy position of 300 million US dollars, it may mean the loss of millions of pounds in profits.So Jason, Arnott, and Wilson operated secretly in the market, building positions bit by bit, and the amount of a transaction was as small as 10 million pounds.By Friday's close, positions had been filled without arousing suspicion among other traders.

At five o'clock, Scarpirato, who had been shut up in the office all day, arrived at the trading desk. How is it going?he asked Arnott. very good.Arnott turned from the swivel chair to face Scarpirato. We had already built a position and hadn't heard any rumors in the market.Our exchange rates are very favorable. Scarpirato smiled, good.Didn't screw things up, well done.You know I'm a secrecy freak. Sarah turned slowly in her seat to Scarpirato.He glanced at her, turned and walked back to the office.Sarah watched his back, stood up from the trading desk, and followed him.She walked to the blinded office, knocked on the glass door, and walked in without waiting for an answer.Scarpirato just sat down at the desk.He was surprised to see Sarah pull a chair and sit across from his desk.He raised his eyebrows and studied her calmly, waiting for her explanation, with a slightly triumphant look on his face, as if he had prompted her to come to him.She ignored the look, leaning back in her chair, staring at him inquisitively and asking: Dante, I'm curious what you've come up with about the pound.

She watched him, waiting for his reaction.In a split second he did it, as if she had pushed a button.The faint smile hanging on the corner of his mouth has disappeared, his eyes are so narrowed that the whites of his eyes can hardly be seen, only a gloomy glare remains.Sarah studied his face with horror and fascination.Fury and arrogance gathered in his barely white eyes and on his rigid mouth were neither restrained nor concealed.These are all expressions on the trading floor, but seldom are they shown so blatantly.His expression remained constant as Sarah observed him.It was a willful disregard for the norms of behavior she had tasted before, in his terse words and in his gaze.Then it was desire, now it is hostility.It's all so blazing, from the bottom of my heart.She looked directly into those dark, angry eyes.He seemed to be in pain when he answered her questions.

I think I explained it yesterday morning.If you don't understand, why have you followed my orders for the past day and a half? If it weren't for the look in his eyes, she would have almost laughed.His taunts at her were crude, but somehow effective.She swallowed the reply and just watched him in silence.She wondered whether he reacted this way because of an underlying insecurity that led him to resent any implied threat to his authority, or because of an unusual sensitivity to this particular issue.Either way, it's thought-provoking because he clearly sees himself as the embodiment of a confidence that, if anything, should be able to withstand some mild sarcasm.

Sarah shrugged. Maybe I had missed something.You explained why you think the pound is going up and I happen to agree with you, but can you now explain why?She raised her legs, bent forward, and asked calmly: Is it because of a triggering event, or are you just playing for luck? When he realized the insult, the anger in his eyes flared up again, confirming Sarah's impression that the man's professional conduct was deliberate and intellectually dictated.Gambling is a game of chance, justified by intuition.The allure of going all-or-nothing works for many traders, but he dismissed it.The pair of gloomy eyes continued to study her for a while, then blinked, as if to abandon the hostility, and then widened.

I just read the newspapers, read between the lines, and watched carefully when the finance ministers were on TV together.You can tell a lot just from how they react to each other.I also keep an ear open for rumors. Scarpirato leaned back in his chair and clasped his hands behind his head.He stared at her without saying a word, and after a while, his body suddenly moved forward, leaning towards her across the desk. Are you satisfied now? Sarah got up, went to the door, and leaned against the door frame.It was a clichéd answer, and she wasn't satisfied.She smiled and said: There are not many new ideas, but it seems to make sense.As she returned to the trading desk, she could feel his eyes on her back.

It was 4:30 at the moment, and there was nothing to do at the workplace, and the evening activities were full, so she turned off the monitor, picked up her handbag, and left. When she got home, she found Jacob sitting at the kitchen table drinking tea.He had a spare set of keys, and would come in now and then to do something, like hang pictures, wait for the delivery man or the meter reader, sometimes just to see if Sarah was all right. Sarah smiled with joy at seeing him, Jacob, and she bent down and kissed him on the cheek, which was a surprise! I just stopped by to bring some news, so I can't stay long.I tell you to leave immediately.It's Friday night, you probably want to go out and have fun, right? Sarah fetched a large mug and poured herself some tea from the teapot on the table: there was no big event tonight, and to be honest I was too tired.Stay for supper, it's my turn to entertain you. He smiled, okay, if you make a deal. Sara smiled and said: It's settled, now tell me your news, okay? Oh, that can wait.You're probably exhausted and up at six o'clock.You don't want to lie down and sleep for a while first?I'll tell you later.In the meantime I can prepare dinner. I'm fine, Jacob.Come on, tell me quickly.I can't stand the suspense. He took a sip of tea slowly, and he felt very proud to see her full of curiosity, well, I met my friend today.Something about bugs.He glanced at Sara triumphantly, and he said it could be done, but he needed to know something first. Sara grinned. Great, come on. She and Jacob finished dinner and he drove home.At this time, Sarah called Matsumoto Masami. Hi, I'm Sarah.listen dear.I need to ask you something.I'll come and visit now, no problem? Of course no problem, see you later.Matsumoto put down the phone and frowned.Sara's recent behavior is a bit strange and mysterious.She hoped nothing would happen. Sarah turned into Carlyle Square after going out and got into her car.This is a silver-gray BMW CSL produced in 1973.It is a pillarless coupe that can be used for both road and race cars.As much aluminum as possible is used in the body to save weight.It was powered by a three-liter engine and could reach a top speed of one hundred and forty miles per hour.Only five hundred of this right-hand drive car were produced.The car is equipped with bucket seats, which are cherished by fans.This is the kind of collectible car everyone desires.Sarah had bought the car for two years, originally to celebrate another year of surviving in the City.This is her pride and joy. She drove around Carlisle Square, turned right onto Old Church Road, then right onto Fulham Road, and headed straight for Mayfair.Fifteen minutes later, she pulled up in front of Matsumoto's apartment on Hayes Alley.Matsumoto heard the sound of the car, came out and opened the door.She stood on the threshold, wearing a satin kimono and matching nightgown.Her long hair hung down, forming black stripes across the yellow satin of her kimono. The two women kissed each other.Matsumoto pointed at her clothes, hoping you don't mind.I was lounging when you called.You know, it's Friday night.I am exhausted.She grinned, and I was in bed watching the Jungle Book video when you called. Sarah laughed, how wonderful it sounded like a blessing. That's right.Matsumoto led Sarah into the kitchen, how about some chamomile tea? Well, it's exactly what I want. Matsumoto filled the jug and said, what happened? Sarah said to her friend's back: Why does something have to happen? Matsumoto snorted and said: Come on, Sara.You've been acting weird lately.A new job comes out of nowhere, and everything is mysterious.Nothing dramatic, but I'll keep my eyes peeled, remember? Sarah noticed that the kettle was boiling.Matsumoto took out a teapot from the cupboard and put in two paper bags of chamomile tea.She poured boiling water into the teapot, put the teapot on a tray with two cups, and carried the tray to the living room.She sat on the sofa and started pouring tea.Sarah sat next to her, holding a teacup.She lifted the cup to her mouth, and the steam hit her face.She took a careful sip. Sarah put the teacup on the wooden coffee table in front of her and turned to face her friend. Well, things are a little weird.But I don't know where to start.She sighed deeply and took another sip of tea.Her eyes move across the room, seemingly searching for inspiration. As I said on the phone, I need to ask you something.I need your help, but I can't explain why.At least not in any detail. Matsumoto has been observing Sara's expression, examining her eyes and the posture of her mouth.Sarah raised her eyebrows, as if expecting some kind of answer.Matsumoto shrugged. She felt that Sarah was a little unnatural, and she felt this feeling herself. Matsumoto was taken aback when Sara suddenly spoke again. It's about Kara.Vital.I need to get into her apartment. Masami Matsumoto was silent for a moment.She looked forward, gazing at the oil painting on the opposite wall.It was a long, richly colored canvas in various shades of blue, from ice blue to indigo. What's the matter, Sarah? Sarah shrugged, I can't tell you.If only I could tell you.But even I can't tell for sure.That's exactly what I'm trying to find out.Everything is with Matthew.Arnott related.I think he might be breaking the law.And I think Carla might know something. Matsumoto tilts her head to one side, so you want to go into her apartment? Sara nodded. I wanted to put some listening devices in. Bug? Well. Oh my gosh Sarah.I hope you understand what you want to do.Matsumoto reached for the cigarette on the coffee table.She handed Sarah one, and for a while the two of them just smoked in silence.Then Matsumoto spoke again. Look, I don't understand what you're doing, or why you're doing it.Undoubtedly, this would be better.You don't want to tell me, and I don't want to know.Let's deal with it like this, she said with a faint smile, and I am willing to help you. When Sarah returned to her apartment, she called Jacob, who lived on Golders-Green Road. Jacob, it's me.I went to Matsumoto just now and she was willing to help me.Then tell your friends, we have a way to get in. Jacob put down the phone and dialed a number in the East End of London.A friendly middle-aged voice spoke back, and Jacob's words were terse. We already have a way to get in.for all three goals. OKI'll come over tomorrow afternoon, at three o'clock.I'll bring everything with me then. Early Saturday morning, the alarm clock had been moved to another room.Sarah got rid of its incessant ticking and sudden squall.She woke up at ten o'clock and lay in bed for another five minutes.She could lie still for a few more hours if she wanted to, and the thought of it gave her great pleasure.The sun was streaming in through the muslin curtains, and she could already feel the beginning of another hot day. She got out of bed slowly, put on a cotton dressing gown, and went to the living room.She hunched over her compact disc collection and picked out Ella.A collection of Fitzgerald's greatest hits.When she walked into the kitchen, "Mike Dagger" was already on her ears.She started fiddling with the automatic milk and cheese coffee machine, preparing to make hot coffee amidst a lot of noise. Five minutes later, she's carrying a frothy glass, a quartered orange, sliced ​​kiwi, and a bowl full of Kellogg's Crunchies topped with chopped bananas and whole milk Kernel nachos, went into the bedroom.She carefully placed the plate on the bed and crawled under the covers, a paperback novel she had just picked up from the floor in one hand.The author is one of her favorite writers, named Rosemond.Lyman.The title of the book is "Sea Grape Tree".A beautiful title, a beautiful book, illustrated with a woman picking fruit from a tree.Sarah thought it was a beautiful and peaceful sight.She ate breakfast leisurely, while reading a book, while letting the time pass by leisurely. She didn't make any arrangements today.Pierluigi had invited her to dine with him and some of his friends, and she wondered if she should go.Ever since Alex and Eddie had left, she hadn't been sure if she needed company.Suddenly she felt that being quiet was quite interesting, and suddenly she felt scared.Normally she was just indifferent, and that was a pattern, one she was very familiar with.But she also knows how to break it.Sooner or later she will create a play and perform it adequately.As the plot draws to a close, what will be left to her will be fragile tranquility.Although illusory, it also gave her joy and relief. Jacob called at four o'clock.Sarah has just come home from a run. Ah, dear, you're home.May I drop by?There is something for you. Sara laughed: I'll stay at home. At five o'clock, he arrived with a white plastic shopping bag in his hand.He followed Sara into the kitchen and sat at the table while Sara made tea.She opened a small cupboard, in which there were about ten different brands of tea.She took out three of them, Jasmine, Earl Grey, and China Pearl, and grabbed equal parts of each and put them in her favorite teapot.This is a gift from Jacob, it has a picture from Clarice.Cliff's illustration of an antelope running.She took out two matching teacups, poured tea, and sat down across from Jacob with an expectant smile.He reached for the shopping bag at his feet.She lights a cigarette.Jacob put the bag on the table and pulled out three plug adapters and a double telephone jack. She looked at these things curiously, then raised her head and looked at Jacob with shining eyes.They both smiled knowingly. Pretty cool, right?Jacob said. amazing.Exactly the same as the normal adapter.Just plug it in? Generally so.They are activated by voice control and can listen to any sound in the room, even the sound of the next room.They come with built-in transmitters that can fire up to a mile or so.The transmitter forwards all sounds to the receiver, and the receiver records the received content with a digital recorder.Jacob took out two miniature tape recorders from the plastic bag. They were about five inches long, three inches high, and two inches wide.They were specially adapted so that the tapes would run for a total of twelve hours.I prepared twenty tapes.Should be enough to start with.He pressed the power on, recording and playback buttons successively. You see, it is very easy to operate.Just like a normal tape recorder. You are amazing, Jacob.do you understand this The old man laughed and his eyes shone like Sarah's. You said you could get into Kara's apartment? I think so. Jacob nodded, and I measured the distance.less than a mile.Your place is very good.His last line was a parody of real estate agent jargon.She laughed.Then he said in a normal tone: All I have to do is put on the receiver.I'll put them on the roof, no problem, right? Sarah nodded, very good, whatever. The best location is on the roof, Jacob said, and the reception is perfect.He took a sip of tea slowly, took the teacup to the sink, returned to the tea table and sat down, with his back straight and serious. The receiver my friend has is going to be used in the bugs you install at work.His home was in Whitchapel, on the eleventh floor of a new high-rise building, an ideal location for the bug signal from the Intercontinental Bank.It's less than a mile over there, and it's high enough.He paused, looked in Sarah's face, and went on: He'd be listening to those tapes, so it was a risk: he was a nosy wiretapping connoisseur, but trustworthy.If he monitors, he will not transmit again. Sarah smiled. If you can trust him, Jacob, I think it's all right. Jacob looked relieved, and I thought it would be all right.As I said, he was a good man, an old partner of mine.He and I used to often Sarah laughed, an old friend.What better recommendation would I get? Jacob feigns hurt pride: You're such a pain in the ass sometimes.I don't know what to do with you. Sarah pinched his arm, sorry, I couldn't help it. Jacob went on: Anyway, he was in charge of the output on the Intercontinental side.The rest is your responsibility.You have two receivers and two recorders.One was used to eavesdrop on conversations in the room and one was used to eavesdrop on telephone calls.Both of those were used against Carla.Here is a portable miniature tape recorder.I can easily get more devices.So if you think there's a way to get close to Arnott and that, what's his name, Scarpirato's place, just tell me, okay? I will, Jacob.Thanks, she said with a smile, oh, almost forgot.How much do these cost? I get very cheap ones, laughs Jacob, usually £8,000.I paid him four thousand. Sara gasped. Boy, these things are expensive, but they're a good buy.She hastened to add that it was a good deal.She went to the desk and took out the envelope in which Barrington had slipped the cash, three thousand pounds for you first.I'll take out some more money on Monday and pay you then.Is this okay with your friends? Jacob nodded.For the money given to his friend, he had already paid for it. He left after a while.Sarah hung up on Matsumoto. Zhengmei, hello dear, it's me.Listen, any chance of visiting Carla tomorrow? Kara.Vjital lived in Onslow Place, about a mile from Sala, in a three-bedroom apartment facing west.Matsumoto had been to her house several times for social gatherings, and once before, alone, for coffee after doing some shopping on Fulham Road.She called Carla the day before and said she was going to have tea with a friend nearby at five o'clock, and since she lived in that area, she wanted to drop by after tea and have something stronger, no problem Bar?That sounds quite reasonable.Kara apparently thought so, too, as she officially sent out the invitation.So Matsumoto put a plug adapter and a double telephone socket in his handbag, came here, and knocked on Kara's door, not knowing what she was doing. Zhengmei, my dear, please come in.Carla is wrapped in a towel, sorry the house is a little messy.I just had a massage and I'm sticky all over my body and I need to wash my hair.She smiled and dragged Matsumoto into the house, you go get some drinks yourself, there is still some white wine in the refrigerator.I'll be right back.After that, she got into the bathroom and left Matsumoto there alone. Matsumoto went into the kitchen, found the bottle of white wine, looked around for the corkscrew, and finally found it.She poured a glass of Sancerre and went back into the living room.She put the wine glass on a side table and looked around for a socket.After a while she spotted what she was looking for: an adapter filled with plugs, one for a light, one for a TV, and one for a VCR.She knelt down quickly, dragged out the adapter, and replaced it with the one in her handbag.She straightened up quickly, put Cara's adapter in the tote bag, zipped it up, and sat down on the couch, glass in hand, just as Carla appeared.Now she just had to get close to a telephone.Half an hour later, her chance came.She looked at her watch, then straightened up, and damn it, I forgot.I should be in Hampstead in ten minutes.Can I make a quick call? Carla smiled, of course.You can use the bedroom phone if you want.She blinked.Matsumoto smiled, and walked into Kara's bedroom with a handbag carrying a reproach to his conscience. The telephone socket is placed under the bed.Squatting on the floor, Matsumoto retrieved the phone cord, inserted it into the slot in the dual-outlet adapter, and inserted the adapter into the slot in the wall outlet.Dual telephone sockets are now installed, whereas previously there was only a single wire connection.But the whole contraption is concealed under a sheet that pleats down to the floor.Carla would never check under the bed, and if she happened to notice it, she wouldn't say anything. Matsumoto sat up suddenly because she heard voices.She stood up and hurried out of the room.In the aisle she met Matthew.Arnott.He turned his head sharply when he heard footsteps.Zhengmei, hello.What are you doing here?There was always a hint of sarcasm in his words. don’t worry.I won't get in the way of a peaceful evening with your girlfriend.I just stopped by for a drink.She looked unnatural, and two minutes ago it occurred to me that I was still going to Hampstead.She kissed Carla on the cheek, thank you for the good wine, Carla.I'm sorry to leave in such a hurry.Goodbye, Matthew.Before they could comment on her flushed cheeks, she was gone. Heck, I guess I'm just not made for this kind of thing.Matsumoto went home and called Sarah from her refuge-like bed. Sara snorted, "Oh, Jeongmi, I'm so sorry.I really shouldn't ask you that. Don't be a fool, I'm as interested as you are.Sounds like fun, like roof breaking and unintentional burglary.But it wasn't like that at all.I really feel guilty. I see.I'm feeling it too. All right.I believe it's for a just cause. I wish it was, too, Sarah thought. At ten o'clock, Sarah drove the BMW to the City of Finance.The streets of the central district have been deserted.Rows of lights in the surrounding skyscrapers were still on, but only for security reasons. In the boom years of the 1980s, groups of bankers and lawyers engaged in corporate finance would still be working hard there on weekends, but that scene is only a small part of today's less lucrative and more civilized way of life. Just a rare episode.Traders occasionally come here on Sunday nights to do business with the Far East markets that are open.Sarah wasn't sure the trading floor was empty at this point, but it was a good possibility, and anyway, all she really wanted to do was get to Arnott's desk and Scarpirato's desk undetected. A trip to his office should not be too difficult. She parked the car in the driveway leading to the garage directly under the Intercontinental Bank building.She turned back to the front door and rang the bell on the marble façade.She felt her pulse quicken, the adrenaline pumping.A doorman came out, and Sarah held up the security pass for him to check.The doorman squinted through the glass, and after feeling relieved, he unlocked the door and let her in.Familiar with the procedure, she followed her to the reception desk where the night shift register was kept, and signed her name. Is that car in the driveway yours? Yes. He must have seen it on surveillance cameras. I wish I could have one.So handsome, right? My pride and joy.Sarah laughed. You know you shouldn't park your car there, don't you? Sarah smiled a little, and I knew it.But I promise you it won't be long.How about ten minutes? go.He shouted at her back: What's the matter with you?Busy weekend, huh? Sara turned and shrugged. Yeah, that's all.Make a few deals with Tokyo, and then you'll be fine. He grinned back, not quite understanding what she meant.He watched her walk to the elevator entrance, and heard her high heels making rhythmic and pleasant sounds on the clean ground. An elevator waits there, with two doors open.Sarah stepped into the elevator and went up to the floor of the trading floor.She swiped her pass on the security checker, and the heavy door clicked open, revealing an empty hall.Lights were lit in several places, but there were still patches that were dimly lit, almost black. Sarah walked quietly across the trading floor, past a row of clocks suspended from the ceiling.She stopped in front of her trading desk, sat down, opened her handbag, and took out an adapter.She pushed back her chair, bent down, and peered under the trading desk.In front of him was a mass of wires and double and triple sockets with all kinds of plugs plugged into them.She unplugged both plugs, plugged them into the adapter, and plugged the adapter into an outlet.Then she straightened up, stood up, took the second adapter out of her purse, looked around quickly, and walked straight to Scarpirato's office.There was no light in the room, and it took Sarah's eyes a minute to adjust to the darkness.She walked behind the desk and looked carefully at the wall behind her.There is a double socket in the corner of the wall, one plug is for the reading lamp, and the other is for the computer on the opposite side.Sarah plugged the lamp into her adapter, and plugged the adapter into the wall.She smiled and looked down at her masterpiece, then turned and walked briskly back to her own trading desk.She packed her handbag, looked around quickly, and was about to leave when she was startled suddenly.Matthew.Arnott and Intercontinental Bank CEO Carl.Heinz.Kessler was walking across the floor toward her.They stared at her in surprise.Sara smiled, hoping her astonishment didn't show. what are you doing hereArnott ignored her smile and stared at her. Sarah's mind was racing as she reached into the drawer of the trading desk and pulled a spare set of house keys taped up with scotch tape from the top of the underside of the drawer.It was prepared in case she locked the key at home and couldn't get in.If possible, she tried not to pick the lock to get in.She shook the key cheerfully. Forgot to bring the house key.She laughed self-deprecatingly, stupid, huh? Yeah, stupid. Kessler watched her silently.Sarah turned to him and said: We haven't met yet.My name is Sarah.Jason, the new proprietary trader. Kessler shook the hand extended to him, yes.I've heard people talk about you.He gave her a cold smile.Sarah turned to Arnott and smiled again into his hostile face, as if expecting some kind of explanation from him.He said nothing for a few seconds, then snapped: Carl.Heinz wanted to make a big deal in the Tokyo currency market.Tell me to do it for him. Sarah nodded, making sense.She smiled at Kessler, good night then, and I'll take my leave. The two men watched her walk across the trading floor and out the security gate.Kessler turned to Arnott, do you believe what she said? Arnott scratched her chin, forget it, she locked herself out.We've all been there before.I also put the spare key here, you are paranoid. Kessler gave Arnott a blank look, well, be on guard against her. Sarah took the elevator down to the ground floor, signed the departure registration desk, and said good night to the doorman.She walked up to the car, got in, and lit a cigarette with trembling hands