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“You should,” Doron said. “You know this place inside out. You should worry about your inheritance.”

Gideon was born into a well-to-do family. Then the IPO came, making them even richer. He’d never had to worry about money, and he wasn’t worried about his inheritance.

“I can’t work with my father,” Gideon said. “I can’t come back. Not until he’s retired.”

“That would never happen Gideon, he’s the largest shareholder.”

“I know, which is why I’m not coming back.”

19. Tamar

“It’s Sunday afternoon, Feynman, the only day stupid TASE closes at four thirty, and you want us to stay late?” Nir snarled.

Yelena, as compliance, had an all-pass card. The electric door had yielded to them and the glass cage opened. They’d approached the row of desks which constituted Danny’s domain, the Israeli shares desk, just as they were preparing to leave.

“You go, Nir,” Danny said placatingly. “How long?” he asked when Nir departed.

“Five minutes, like before,” Tamar said. She checked her watch. She needed to get back to Giddy. He was ridiculously happy to see her at lunchtime, and she’d had immense guilt for leaving him. Her sister’s laments about leaving Eyal had finally made sense on more than an intellectual level.

She’d spent the morning, after N’s announcement, talking to the sell-side analysts to get a better understanding of the brokerage’s relations with her own department. Out of curiosity she checked Israweed, the company Nir told Danny to call. It was a third-tier company with a small balance sheet. Israweed announced a secondary offering last week, and volumes picked up, but she wondered why having this company as a client would be interesting or warrant an urgent phone call.

“Hi, this is Yelena,” Tamar introduced her T-team teammate. “She is a tech wizard and wants to help you.”

“Hi, Yelena, can you tie the analysts’ share prices to the brokerage’s trading screens so it will pop up when I hover on the name?” Danny asked. He looked like he had just dealt a winning card, clearly expecting Yelena to hesitate or say no.

“I think so, yes.” It did not faze Yelena. A blue fire lit in Danny’s eyes.

“Feynman, this might work!” he announced.

He and Yelena chatted animatedly in technical terms about his CRM software and how to link it to the sell-side recommendations system.

“I’ll come here tomorrow,” Yelena told her in a quiet voice, while Danny answered a call on his phone. “I’m going to record everything he does, down to his computer strokes.”

“But you’re going to be flooded with data!”

“Data is life.” Yelena’s gray eyes shone.

“If you say so.” Tamar smiled.

“Call me later, Sagi, We can do plenty for Lusson.” Danny finally concluded his call. “No, not to the office, to my cell.”

At their last meeting he’d told her he took all calls on his landline.

“Where were we, Yelena?”

Their discussion resumed with more tech talk.

Tamar wasn’t familiar with Lusson, which meant it wasn’t a large company. Sagi Lusson was listed as the CEO. Being such a small company, the bonds desk should have served them, not Danny. This was odd. Tamar shook her head at herself. She needed to suppress her inflated sense of order, stop getting bogged down by minor oddities, and focus on building a system.

“So tomorrow.” Danny finally rose and told Yelena. “Bright and early.” Yelena smiled with delight.

“Let’s go,” Tamar urged Yelena.

“Wait, Tamar just a few more clarifications.” Danny’s tone didn’t leave her much choice.

“Make it quick,” she told Danny, “I have to walk my dog soon.”

He brushed the full dark locks from his forehead and smiled, his sea-blue eyes crinkling. The appeal he held for the entire female population of Peaks was quite understandable.

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