Sunday, October 30, 2016

0700 SVT (+11 S7T)

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First on the docket was to check any completed bets. One of the screens listed everything by ending date, and Tern spun herself to face it. Today was a weekday, and a Tuesday at that, at least by the old Gregorian calendar, so scarce few things were closing, just a handful of off-planet elections.

Most people didn't bother bidding on elections unless it was either their home territory or taking over social media. Tern was trying to expand her business off-moon, but despite how many people were willing to conduct business over the exonet, they still wanted their bookie to be local. She could respect that even if she didn't fully understand it, which was why she was looking at franchising options.

"Why do you want to work here?"

"I need the experience."

"To do what?"

"Manage money, mostly someone else's."

 "Uh huh. And you think this is the best place for that?"

"You are an accounting firm, are you not?"

"Cups and Balls Inc does have an accounting division, yes, but--"

"Founded by Jason Ball, CPA. First dozen clients were seeking extrenal and reliable accounting practices. You're regularly contracted by Id & Co, OPB, and Dynamite Contracting to help balance their books before tax season."

"Yes, they are some of our biggest clients, but--"

"They are your biggest clients."

"Right. Look here, uh... Ms..."

"Mevit."

"Yes, Ms. Mevit. Even if you have done your homework, I'm afraid your resume is too incomplete to be worth our time."

"I've studied with the best schools--"

"Online."

"--and have been top of my class--"

"For the classes you completed."

"--well spoken of by my instructors--"

"But not by classmates or deans. Tell me, Ms Mevit, what do you need this experience for?"

"I can't tell you."

"And why is that?"

"Because I don't want someone else to get there first."

"Someone always gets there first. That's the nature of business, Ms Mevit. I'm sorry, but we won't be hiring you. Next!" 

And that was how most of her job interviews went. She took classes long enough to learn what she needed to learn, found a job or taught herself what couldn't be found in a classroom, and then moved on to the next thing on her list. Unfortunately, experience handling other people's money was a required item on the list, and she was having no luck tracking down someone who would be willing to take a chance with her.

Her memories were interrupted by her phone.

"Hello?"

"Tern? It's Soria."

Tern sighed silently, relieved that it wasn't someone calling to complain. "What can I do for you?"

"I was checking in on my investments, and saw a spike that concerned me. Do you have some time to take a close look?"

"Absolutely. Just a moment, let me pull your files up."

Tern did more than keep the biggest book on Vidar, she also managed investment trading for those who permanently lived there. Of them, Soria was not only one of her biggest clients, but also one of the friendliest. Some people could get so terribly destructive when the market took a swing for the worse, and act as if she had something to do with it. Tern pulled up Soria's account and paged through her investments.

"Huh, now that is strange," Tern confessed. Sisyphus Medical stock was spiking unusually quickly, a behavior that was more typical of tech companies and start-ups than long-term behemoths like heath and wellness corporations. "Let me take a dig around and see what I can come up with. I'll give you a call back."

"Thanks." Soria cut the call.

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