Daneesh set the handset gently into the cradle. After hours on the phone negotiating with a SVP from First National Trust, he had incredible loan terms. Stretching and uncramping his screaming back and shoulders, he put the CFO’s assistant on speaker.
“Is Mrs. Denali in? I have good news.”
“No sir. She’s in a meeting. Would you like to hold?”
He didn’t, and instead sat outside her office for more hours, waiting. At last, the meeting door opened and the CFO said to his rival, Preeka, “Great job! Four points below prime!”
Daneesh slunk away - he’d only managed two points.
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