People said her grandmother was the last to have the vision. She had tried but crystal gazing wasn’t her forte.
The stock market however was a different story. She understood how it behaved. It hadn’t taken her long to build a name for herself and now some of the cities élite were on her client list. It amused her how the click of a button controlled millions.
This morning she had made a 200,000 dollar profit for the man sitting across the table.
He crossed her outstretched palm with silver and she smiled. She still enjoyed the old school charm.