A concerned pair of eyes slowly rose up over both of our monitors after I threw the coffee mug against the wall.
"Coffee that bad?"
"Fucking donkey fund shorted gold futures against the Rand on the Tosho, after I put in a high-rise sell order!"
He gave a low whistle.
"How much you lose?"
"Just over a hundred mil."
"Ok, so?"
"I'm not allowed to be frustrated at losing that much?"
"Not when it's not your own money, Newbie, no. It's the shareholders', fuck them, right?"
"My last name is Lewisworth. The same as on the building."
"Carry on then."
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