LondonI had been curious about Sinclair’s job since I had read a little bit about him in the Not Yet Forty magazine. Yes, he was as rich as Croesus, but how exactly did he make his money? I knew it had something to do with Wall Street though, but that was as far as I knew. When Cath’s assistant had informed me during our brief phone conversation that first day that the only thing Cath and Sin talked about was work, I had assumed I’d have my work cut out for me. I had been shaking in my boots waiting for Sinclair to bring up something about work. I would have fumbled this gig so badly if he had.Luckily for me, he hadn’t. I assumed he was following my lead, so bringing it up now, might not be my smartest idea. What would I do if he turned it around and began to ask me questions too? “Your job.” I began, thinking of the best way to ask him about it without looking like I knew nothing at all about it and making him su
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