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ou could join us today" he shouted stretching forth his hand and leading me to the door. He looked excited for some reason I couldn't discern. His eagerness made me feel at ease. "Let me introduce you to the others" he said and held the door open for me. I could tell that he wasn't being courteous, just dramatic and strangely enough, it dispelled all doubt from my mind. I had been desperate to find a job and make money but somewhere in my mind, my inexperience bugged me. Would I be good enough? Was being smart really enough?. Judy, being her usual ever optimistic and diplomatic self told me not to worry. "You will do just fine, Cami. I know that you can do anything" she had said. I always thought of Judy as the Idealistic one and I, the realist but seeing the CFO trying to put me at ease, I felt myself believing Judy's words. I could do anything. The other members of the Financial department, or Financial family as the CFO liked to call them ("I also like to call them the FF" he whispered to me, laughing at his silly joke), worked in an open floor office with cubicles that separated the working space of everybody. "Now, Now!" He hollered to get their attention. Some of them looked up at him while a few others continued to type away on their computers. He didn't seem to notice, and if he did, he didn't seem to mind. "This is our new employee, Camille Allister!" He said it with such flair that if I didn't know better, I would immediately brand him as the company's clown. But no, not just anybody could be the Chief Financial Officer of an investment company. Admittedly though, he could double as a MC. Before I could get even one word in, he was already telling the others of my Masters degree in Finance and how it was impressive, just impressive, that a girl my age could boast of such incredible achievement. What I found to be an incredible achievement though, was how he could say so much in that little amount of time. He reminded me of my mother, that is, before she fell ill. She had been really hardworking, a nurse. Judy used to say I took after her. "You both work like it's your last day on earth". My reply? "I wouldn't be working at all if it was my last day on earth, bitch". Back then, our mother would come home famished and looking beat up but somehow, she never was too tired to talk. She could talk for hours on end about everything and nothing in particular. Things like the flower pot on the front porch, the books she read, and the patients she was fond of. Judy and I would pretend to doze off just so that she could stop talking. There's noth