Another week of grinding through spreadsheets and watching the FTSE inch downward. The trading floor feels like a tomb right now. Everyone's nerves are frayed and the coffee's gone cold.
I booked Elena through an agency I've used before. £500 for two hours, central London hotel. She's Serbian, mid-20s, studied economics before this. Always appreciate a girl who understands the game.
Sometimes it's not even about sex. Don't get me wrong, she was stunning and the physical connection was electric. But what I really needed was someone to listen. Someone who wouldn't judge the exhaustion behind my eyes. We talked about market pressures, her perspective from outside the City bubble. She understood professional stress in a way most people don't.
The GFE market in London's gotten weird lately. Too many agencies, too many girls playing performance art instead of genuine connection. Elena was different. Genuine. Professional but warm.
Two hours felt like a reset button. Back to the trading floor tomorrow, but for now. Some peace.