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by Erin Duffy (Author)
"I'm crazy about Bond Girl. Erin Duffy is a fresh, funny, and fabulous new voice."
--Adriana Trigiani, author of Brava, Valentine
The Devil Wears Prada meets Wall Street in Bond Girl--a hilarious, fast-paced race through the jungle of high finance in four-inch heels. An author who spent ten years working on Wall Street, Erin Duffy has parlayed her stock market savvy into a fresh, hip, funny, and sexy novel about a bright, young, newly minted B-school graduate's rise at one of the Street's most prestigious brokerage firms--only to confront the possible destruction of her dreams in the infamous 2008 financial bust. Bond Girl is a blue chip hoot for anyone who loves smart and fun contemporary woman's fiction.
Front Jacket
While other little girls were fantasizing about becoming doctors or lawyers, Alex Garrett dreamed of conquering the high-powered world of Wall Street. Now she's grown and determined to make it big in bond sales at Cromwell Pierce, one of the Street's most esteemed brokerage firms. Though she's prepared to fight her way into an elitist boys' club, she starts out small, relegated to a kiddie-size folding chair with her new moniker, Girlie, inscribed in Wite-Out across the back.
Always keeping her eyes on the prize (and ignoring her friends' pleas for her to quit), Alex quickly learns how to roll with the punches, rising from lowly analyst to slightly-less-lowly associate in no time. Suddenly she's being addressed by her real name, and the boys' club has transformed into forty older brothers . . . and one possible boyfriend. But then the apocalypse hits, and Alex is faced with the most difficult choice of her life: to stick with Cromwell Pierce as it teeters on the brink of disaster . . . or to kick off her Jimmy Choos and go running for higher ground.
Back Jacket
While other little girls were fantasizing about becoming doctors or lawyers, Alex Garrett dreamed of conquering the high-powered world of Wall Street. Now she's grown and determined to make it big in bond sales at Cromwell Pierce, one of the Street's most esteemed brokerage firms. Though she's prepared to fight her way into an elitist boys' club, she starts out small, relegated to a kiddie-size folding chair with her new moniker, "Girlie," inscribed in Wite-Out across the back.
Always keeping her eyes on the prize (and ignoring her friends' pleas for her to quit), Alex quickly learns how to roll with the punches, rising from lowly analyst to slightly-less-lowly associate in no time. Suddenly she's being addressed by her real name, and the boys' club has transformed into forty older brothers . . . and one possible boyfriend. But then the apocalypse hits, and Alex is faced with the most difficult choice of her life: to stick with Cromwell Pierce as it teeters on the brink of disaster . . . or to kick off her Jimmy Choos and go running for higher ground.
