Page 47 of Analysing Her Assets

Getting Giddy was so much work. Waking up every morning, running here at lunch time, walking him every evening. He was so messy. No matter how many times she cleaned, Giddy’s hair was everywhere a minute later.

“This is strange,” Yelena said.

“What is?”

“Well, as you know, I have records of everything that Danny’s desk is doing. Their transactions, the recorded phone calls with clients, execution orders, market moves, everything.” Yelena paused.

“Right, excellent work.” Tamar applauded, as was expected of her.

“But my algorithm picked up something weird. A discrepancy with too brief phone calls. At first, I dismissed these calls as wrong numbers, or sometimes he is really short tempered with his mom...”

“His mom? How do you know?”

“If he speaks on his cell next to the computer, I pick it up.”

“You record all the brokerage computers? That’s crazy.”

“No, just him, just Danny.”

“Why?”

Yelena’s cheeks got redder. Her gray eyes shifted away.

“It’s nothing.”

“Why?” Tamar insisted.

“He interests me.”

“So, you like him?” Tamar needed to know what she was dealing with here.

“Not exactly. I think he’s a really good catch, I mean...you know what I mean.”

Danny was a good catch. Tamar should have jumped on his offer which was tailormade for her. All business, no emotional complications, no conflict of interests. But she happened to bump into Gideon. Who laughed at her jokes. Who ran with her puppy every day. Who presented her with a flower this morning and kissed her like she was the only woman on Earth.

“Tamar, are you listening?”

Tamar brought her attention back to her friend.

“Three times in the last couple of days, Danny received a phone call. That’s on his landline. I have it recorded. Like, ‘Hi, it’s so-and-so’. The guy says his name. Then Danny tells him, ‘the other phone’, and the call ends.”

Tamar chewed pretzels thoughtfully.

“He did the same thing at my meeting with him. Someone called him on his cell. He told me all his calls need to be on the landline.”

Yelena shook her head.

“It’s the other way around.”

“He asks people to call him on his cell instead?”

“Exactly!”

“Maybe it’s a personal call?”

“If it’s personal, why call the brokerage’s landline number?” Yelena was right. This reversed order was odd.

“Do you know who called?”

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