Seven Seasons of Midnights at the Most Successful Bank in the Universe
Nyla has been working in the dark, on the graveyard shift, at the Most Successful Bank in the Universe for several years. She has tried to blow the whistle, and for a while, there is hope on the notorious Seventh Floor where jobless humanities graduates serve the hostile, angry bankers in the Room With the Four Windows on the Night. But will it last? Or will the Bank revert to its true nature?
Nyla is now the only one left of all the workers who started with her. She has survived where others failed, but she feels that her life is going nowhere.
Nyla’s Best Friend and desk neighbour suggest a completely different career option. The Bagman, a high up financial executive, has turned up in Nyla’s life again. And he’s definitely interested. And there’s something exciting brewing at the Bank itself…
But then the world of the Banks, so solid and all powerful, is shattered by one of its own, the Bank were all the Fired People go. And maybe all the rest of the Banks, and all the rest of the world, will follow it into the abyss.
Big events shake up the world of banking. Bubbles, wild rides, the crash, another crash, austerity… The kaleidoscope of chaos rattles out of control, with Nyla inside.
As the Bagman flies all over the planet, trying to save the economy, Nyla is torn between holding on to her own small survival (and she does – time after time, timid Nyla is too tough to be fired) and trading her personal integrity for the
protection of the Bagman.
But isn’t the Bagman one of the architects of Nyla’s misery? How can she choose him when he helps to destroy the world?
Big love, big money, big decisions.
Ghosts from the past return.
Will Nyla survive one last time, when her department is outsourced to a country half a planet away?
Or will they all go down in a big flood of blood, in the Slaughterhouse Morning?
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
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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