The Daily Grind: Bull Market
Richard took off his reading glasses and set them in front of him on the desk. He rubbed his eyes and exhaled as he leaned back. It was just after two in the afternoon but he had spent all day so far pouring over reports and fund details. The noise of traffic bustled outside his office providing a soothing background drone that helped dampen the silence. Spinning around in his chair Richard looked through the glass wall out into the city. The view always made him smirk. The idea of Wall St. and the real Wall St. never seemed to quite line up. After walking it everyday and having an office overlook the icon it just starts to look like any other road in DC. A sudden rap of knuckles against wood behind him snapped him out of his reverie.
“Come in,” he called out without turning to greet the door or the individual thereafter. The nostalgic view was beguiling. The desired to linger in the moment was almost too much, but he took a deep breath and steeled himself.
“Hello Richard.” It was a females voice punctuated by the click of heel studs against the floor.