CHAPTER NINE
On the top floor of Zenith Capital, Stella felt impressed when the elevator doors opened to reveal a magnificent lounge, with a massive plate-glass window on the far side. The panoramic view of Greenwich, and the ocean beyond, was a powerful sight.
“This is the client lounge,” Harriet explained.
Stella had been so captivated by its layout that she’d barely noticed the gleaming wooden desk on the far left. Another pretty blond woman, who looked as if she could be the receptionist’s older sister, jumped up from her seat behind the desk, and hurried over.
For a finance firm, Stella noted that there seemed to be a large contingent of female senior staff in what was usually a male-dominated industry. She was used to seeing finance firms comprised of mostly male traders and port
