Seven Seasons of Midnights at the Most Successful Bank in the Universe
Seven desperate recruits enter the Building Without a Name to be Tested and Trained down in the Third Basement. What will happen to them when they join the Global Center of Excellence that provides 24/7 365 days-a-year high end deadline graphics to illustrate the Bank’s vision?
Can confident Peter, who kisses Nyla in Cobblemaker’s Lane, fulfill his dreams of leaving for a Better World? How far will shift leaders Claire and Ethan, who rule the graveyard with absolute power (no breaks, no rights, no talking and only one ear phone) go to prove their supremacy? And what about the inscrutable bank-wide institution of S&I whose representatives survey the Center on their elevated platform, forcing Nyla nightly to recite her mistakes in public before she is sent home without pay?
Hundreds of bankers roam the notorious Seventh Floor of the Bank with its filthy kitchen and flea infested carpets, forced to fight each other for survival, deliberately kept in a state of anger and frustration by their superiors, fervent believers in the Elimination of the Unfit. Predators to a man! While Nyla is their prey. The shouting of the bankers resembles constant gun fire, and sometimes they collapse under their desks like soldiers in the trenches.
Nyla has never encountered such a hostile environment before. And no one on the outside believes her. But, after a life time frittered away in the unprofitable humanities, Nyla needs the money. And as hope and dignity are stripped away, night after gruelling night, a mental fog descends on her. Is there even a world left outside the Most Successful Bank in the Universe?
There’s a reason why Nyla’s colleagues call this place Siberia, and it’s not just the icy aircon.
Nyla survives her first cull and eats sandwiches with Peter on the gravestones. She can adapt. But then Vera arrives at the Bank and the Monsters are Arising.
To be continued in Volume 2: Monsters Arising and culminating in Volume3: Slaughterhouse Morning.
You have no idea how bad it can get…
I was fully awake. I was awake and throwing up when they injected my jaw so that it bulged up and triggered my gag reflex. They then walked off and left me with an assistant I could not even see. I was fully awake when blood filled my mouth and I couldn’t swallow for fear […] Continue reading
Here are the first few pictures from Nyla’s reading of ‘Slaughterhouse Morning’ at Waterstones Covent Garden on Friday 3 March. Wonderful audience, standing room only for quite a few! Most exciting image: people picking up my book, rapt and immersed. Reading it, buying it. Wow! Continue reading
A modern-day Boschesque purgatory “Rather than relying on major dramatic moments to carry across the power of the story, it’s the death of a thousand cuts: a steady, minute chipping away of sensitivities, of sensibilities, of defences, of any sense of normality, together with the pathetic gratitude of finally winning horribly minor victories that make […] Continue reading
Financial fiction meets Dante’s Inferno meets The Office. Wow. This was an amazing, moving book. Most of the financial fiction I read is best described as thrillers or mysteries, but not this book. At first I wasn’t sure what to expect… the first couple of pages had a pace and a style that I wasn’t […] Continue reading