Kiadó: Orion Books Ltd.
Típus: Használt Állapot:
ISBN 10: 0304365092
ISBN 13: 9780304365098
Méret: 11*18 Oldalszám: 338
Borító: Papír, Puha kötés
Szállítási idő: 1 munkanap
Megtakarítás: 124Ft -20%
KÉSZLETEN VAN, AZONNAL SZÁLLÍTHATÓ
Házhozszállítás: Lehetőségeink szerint a 17 óráig leadott rendelést a következő munkanapon, a vasárnap 17 óráig leadottakat hétfőn adjuk át a futárnak.
A csomag várható kiszállítása a feladás után 1-2 munkanap.
Szállítás Pick Pack Pontra: Lehetőségeink szerint a 17 óráig leadott rendelést a következő munkanapon, a vasárnap 17 óráig leadottakat hétfőn adjuk át a futárnak.
A csomag várható megérkezése a kiválasztott pontra a feladás után 2-3 munkanap.
. Get out alive.
Money is Sarah Jensen's playground. International markets. She's one of the most successful foreign-exchange traders in London; brilliant, beautiful, unpredictable--the perfect undercover agent to infiltrate the cutthroat Inter-Continental Bank and investigate questionable trading practices for the governor of the Bank of England. Her target is Dante Scarpirato, a smooth, arrogant highstakes trader who's making a killing in--and out of--the market. For Sarah, the ultimate risk-taker, he's the ultimate risk....
But the multimillion-dollar trading scheme she penetrates is only the tip of an international conspiracy, paid for in the currency of blood. Now Sarah, the hunter, is hunted, dangerous prey, determined to bring down the officials who betrayed her--and the assassins who have her in their sights....
Sarah Jensen returned from lunch at two-thirty. She took her seat at her trading desk and studied her four trading screens intently for five minutes. Then she picked up her telephone handset and executed a quick trade, closing out a position. It took thirty seconds. It made half a million pounds.
With a smile and a flourish she switched off her screens, gathered up her handbag, and prepared to leave. David Reed, her colleague who sat next to her, looked up in surprise.
"You can't leave now. It's just two-thirty."
Sarah laughed and blew him a kiss as she headed off.
"Watch me." And they did. Half the trading floor followed her progress as she crossed the room and disappeared into the lifts.
At twenty-seven, Sarah Jensen had all the trappings of a normal life, albeit at a rarefied level. She was smart and beautiful. She was one of the top foreign-exchange traders in the City of London. She lived in a big house in Chelsea with her brother and her boyfriend. She had looks, love, and money. But she also had fear.