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Georgina Coleman stared at the manager of Pacific Bank's London office, her mouth open in surprise.
"Head Office?" she managed to say when she got her mouth under control again. "But that's in America. San Diego."
Her boss suppressed a smile. "Yes. I'm aware of where the Head Office is located."
"I mean..." Georgina frowned, feeling a little dazed. She tried to speak again, but no sound came out.
"It is a great opportunity," her boss said with an encouraging nod. "In addition to your usual responsibilities for the wire transfer systems, you'd have a key role in fraud detection, and in supervising the security systems."
Georgina told the man no, but she didn't hear anything. The word remained stuck on her tongue. She glanced down at her feet for courage, and saw a pair of scuffed lace-up flats. Her brown skirt fell in a rumpled curtain below her knees, and the fussy bow on her blouse screamed 'old maid'.
No one knew her in America. No one at Pacific Bank's Head Office in San Diego had ever had any personal contact with her. She was a name on a letterhead, an email address, an extension number in the company telephone directory.
And if no one knew she was a boring frump, she could fool them into thinking that she wasn't.
Her chin jutted up and she met her boss's expectant gaze. "Yes," Georgina said. "I'll accept the job."