Well, this one felt as if I were back in my past. Being a female who once had to work among traders and brokers all day, I can tell you that this story is most definitely ‘true to life.’ From humor to friendship (good and not so good), romance to family, this is a book that offers it all.
Alex Garrett has always dreamed of having a career on Wall Street, wanting to follow in her father’s footsteps in the financial world. Attending college, Alex hopes the whole time that the business and finance classes will be enough to help her understand what it takes to be a Wall Street ‘master.’ Upon graduation, she applies to Cromwell Pierce - one of the leaders in the stock/bond world - and a competitor of her father’s company. Offered a position in their Bond Department, Alex soon finds out that it will be extremely difficult for her to be a success. You see, Wall Street is still the ‘old boys club,’ and for a woman, most of the work will be to fetch the men pizza and do the work of ten men so they won’t have to do a thing. Alex has been told she has to do whatever is asked of her - without complaint - and that’s where this tale of the double standard starts to get really interesting.
This book definitely offers overtones of The Devil Wears Prada, only in a male-dominated finance industry instead of a woman’s fashion magazine. Alex has a very difficult boss nicknamed, “Chick,” who expects far more from her than the Gucci and Armani-clad Bond traders on the floor.
Alex finally decides that she will go just so far…and no farther…which what makes this wonderful story work. Being forced to deal with forty men and one other woman, readers will appreciate all the inside jokes that this situation entails. Yet, toward the end, the author shows just how much Alex has to do to prove her suitability, and the hits below the belt are completely un-fun.
A truly terrific read with memorable characters from an author who certainly knows her plotline! I look forward to seeing this writer again!
Until Next Time, Everybody.
When other little girls were dreaming about becoming doctors or lawyers, Alex Garrett set her sights on conquering the high-powered world of Wall Street. And though she's prepared to fight her way into an elitist boys' club, or duck the occasional errant football, she quickly realizes she's in over her head when she's relegated to a kiddie-size folding chair with her new moniker—Girlie—inscribed in Wite-Out across the back.
No matter. She's determined to make it in bond sales at Cromwell Pierce, one of the Street's most esteemed brokerage firms. Keeping her eyes on the prize, the low Girlie on the totem pole will endure whatever comes her way—whether trekking to the Bronx for a $1,000 wheel of Parmesan cheese; discovering a secretary's secret Friday night slumber/dance party in the conference room; fielding a constant barrage of "friendly" practical jokes; learning the ropes from Chick, her unpredictable, slightly scary, loyalty-demanding boss; babysitting a colleague while he consumes the contents of a vending machine on a $28,000 bet; or eluding the advances of a corporate stalker who's also one of the firm's biggest clients.
Ignoring her friends' pleas to quit, Alex excels (while learning how to roll with the punches and laugh at herself) and soon advances from lowly analyst to slightly-less-lowly associate. Suddenly, she's addressed by her real name, and the impenetrable boys' club has transformed into forty older brothers and one possible boyfriend. Then the apocalypse hits, and Alex is forced to choose between sticking with Cromwell Pierce as it teeters on the brink of disaster or kicking off her Jimmy Choos and running for higher ground.
Fast-paced, funny, and thoroughly addictive, Bond Girl will leave you cheering for Alex: a feisty, ambitious woman with the spirit to stand up to the best (and worst) of the boys on the Street—and ultimately rise above them all.