Reckless! That was Daniel Quaver in one word and if he kept it up, he would ruin not just himself, but the entire Quaver legacy passed on for hundreds of years.
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“I don't have to be like you dad…”
“Daniel Quaver, you have a responsibility to uphold the Quaver legacy. Nobody cares who or what you want to be like. Just be responsible!”
He walked out like he always did when his father began to raise his voice, telling him what he should do or who he should be.
As she watched him now, he seemed like someone who wanted the world in his palms without having to work for it. He took the Canada Goose off his back and held it out without giving her so much of a glance then lowered himself into his king-sized bed, holding his head in his hands.
She knew better than to leave now even when he would never ask her to stay. On some days, he would rise later and thank her for staying when others were always in a hurry to leave.
When he turned his MacBook on and began to type, curiosity made her stretch her neck, making it quite difficult to make out the words from the back of his head. He was typing “Best forex brokers….”.
He placed two calls, sat hopefully as they rang till the end then threw his phone away from him.
“I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to pry into your privacy. I think I can help”.
He turned his gaze to her for the first time in what seemed like forever, allowing his eyes to linger with inquiry.
“Are you going to speak or not?”
“I know a broker. He's honest..”
Daniel Quaver rose.
“Are you a trader by chance?”
She swallowed, not daring to meet his eye.
“I know a thing or two. My brother trades for me but I know the basics.”
“And your brother is this honest broker?” Her head came up and down vigorously.
“Get him on the phone. Now.”
“He's a really busy man. He won't take his calls during work hours. I can talk to him, make an arrangement for him to meet with you tomorrow…”
“What do you know about forex?”
Her eyes shot up with alarm then came back down when they mistakenly collided with his pair of brown eyes.
“I…I know enough. Not much, but enough to start up a trade.”
“Good!” He rubbed his hands together. “Get a seat, let's begin immediately. I want to be equipped with as much knowledge as possible.”
She took one of the sofas while he placed his hip on his reading table, his eyes transfixed on her.
“Well, the whole idea of forex is buying or selling a currency pair; two currencies that are traded in relation to each other, and making a profit by correctly predicting which way the exchange rate will move.”
He was turning his head this way and that, obviously confused but resisting the urge to bombard her with questions.
“Forex trading is also done through an account known as “margin account”....”
“So I don't get to buy or sell a currency at its full value?”
Her head went up and down again.
“The idea of two currencies being related, what does it mean?”
“Something like the affiliation between the U.S dollars and Euros. You can buy euros with dollars and sell dollars with euros.”
He nodded in comprehension.
“Go on, I'm enjoying the lesson.”
“Another important thing to know is that it's not a smooth ride. Some factors affect the exchange rate like GDP, unemployment, and inflation.”
“So what if I begin to trade and lose all my money? How soon do I begin to make profits?”
“That's why there's a demo account” he looked up at her again “It's an account where you practice trading with virtual money, and learn the risks before going in neck deep.”
He rose to walk the length of the room before turning back to her.
“I always knew there was something different about you, I now know what it is. I need you to help me with my forex trade. I'll pay for your extra time.”
She forced herself to hide the smile that dragged at her lips
“Thank you, sir.”
“Don't tell any of my parents or the workers. It would just be you, your brother and I. Let's show my old man that there are better ways to make money than being stuck in a suit all week. You may leave.”
She lowered herself from the torso and then made to walk away when his voice called her back.
“By the way…” she turned back to him “you have a beautiful smile, stop hiding it.”
Her cheeks turned bright pink as she fled.
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