My Special Sister (part 1)
“Afternoon, Oregon Stock Exchange Market. This is Theressa Fritz speaking, How may I assist you?” Said the light haired lady on the phone leaning away from the noise of the office floor. The sound of eager yuppies trying their earnest and loudest to make a sale in hopes of getting noticed by the supervisor for a quick raise, the sound of rattling papers that seemed to be ejected by the photocopier and the tenths of tenths of employees talking with the phone. It took her some focus to actually pay attention to the confirmations and the words listed. It would only take a misheard stock name or even digit for a complain to pop up, and an upcoming promotion would be out the window.
“Alright then, thank you, I’ll have your order processed now,” Theressa said very q