I hate trading.
Are you sure you want to try, Guido? Being a trader is stressful: when you play with your own money the tension is strong. Agreed, but at least rely on a good analyst, a broker with balls.
Michael, it's late.
Be patient, Laura, I'm talking about work: don't interrupt me, please. Sorry, Guido. The point is this: you have to understand if you are ready and if you have the psychology of a trader. It is an aspect of primary importance, it is essential to understand whether you are able to manage the enormous amount of stress generated by the risk of loss of your capital. There are some fundamental rules to respect: patience, that is, the opposite of haste typical of beginners; method, because a trader worthy of the name must know well the assets in which he wants to invest and act with the right methodologies based on the type of market; rationality: trading is not gambling, Guido, beware of being carried away by emotions; you must be able to always be totally rational in decisions. If you forget these rules, the consequences are serious, millions of lire burned in a few hours. Having said that, do you feel up to it? It's okay, if you are really convinced... Yes, maybe I could help you, but we have to talk about it in person: I have to evaluate your possibilities exactly and understand your needs. Okay, let's meet Monday around eleven in my office. Goodbye.
Finally. Do you know what time it is?
Wow, already seven p.m.
It seems like we don't have much time left for ourselves, seeing as they're waiting for us at the restaurant at half past eight and we still have to prepare.
Just a quickie: better than nothing, Laura.
And to think that I was wearing a black Valencienne lace bra and panties.
(Shortly after)
Sorry, Laura, my performances haven't been that great lately. Being a trader is stressful, l was saying to Guido a little while ago: one always has his mind elsewhere.
I like it anyway because I like you. I just don't understand why you're getting so... so sexy: I had never seen you so muscular, and with such long hair. I really don't think it's for me that you do it: have you set your sights on any other female prey? Look, I'm very jealous. 
No other prey.
More than anything I'm worried about you: it seems to me that physically you feel nothing or almost nothing.
No, Laura, I'm satisfied like this. And now let's get ready, we have about twenty minutes. Can you tie my tie, please?
I don't know how to do it, Miky, I'm sorry: these are man things, I've never learned.
It doesn't matter, I'll manage on my own.
(Shortly after)
So? What do you think?
Perfect! Those emerald earrings and Valentino clutch look great on you, I gave you the right gift.
They are splendid, Michael. But don't give me any more gifts, really: you're embarrassing me.
Why? They suit you a lot.
And for the rest? How am I?
You are explosive, Laura, in the literal sense of the word.
Meaning what?
That your breasts risk exploding the cleavage.
Yes, it's a little too tight for my measurements.
On the contrary, you are very sexy. Tonight you will have all eyes on you and I will be a very envied man.
Thank you, Michael.
It's the pure truth. Although...
Although?
I don't know, I see that cut of dress as more suitable for a slender body with very little breasts. Personal tastes, huh.
With very little breasts?
Yes: personally I find the contrast between a very feminine dress and an androgynous body very exciting. But, I repeat, it is a strictly subjective question.
An androgynous body?
I was just saying: let's go. Maybe you wore too much perfume.
It's Chanel number 5, Michael.
Precisely.
Where are we going to eat tonight?
To the Smarrita.
What a curious name.
It was the name of the bell that guided pilgrims on the Via Frankìgena to the refuge. The restaurant is located in what was once Cavour's political office. The Agnelli family is at home there.
Really? Maybe we'll meet them tonight!
Excuse me for a moment, my cell phone is ringing. Oh, Mr. Kauffman, good evening. How can I help you? No, don't go short on your stocks: it's a bad idea. When you go long you can never lose more than your invested capital, but there's no limit on how much money you can lose on a short sale. Let's talk about it tomorrow. No, don't. Until Monday wait and just do nothing, okay? See you soon then. Thank you for calling. Bye.
Oh, Monsieur Kauffman, bonsoir. Comment puis-je vous aider ? Non, ne vendez pas vos actions à découvert: c'est une mauvaise idée. Lorsque vous vous positionnez à la hausse, vous ne pouvez jamais perdre plus que votre capital investi, mais il n'y a pas de limite au montant d'argent que vous pouvez perdre sur une vente à découvert. Parlons-en demain. Non, ne le faites pas. Jusqu'à lundi, attendez et ne faites rien, d'accord ? À plus tard. Merci de votre appel. Au revoir.
What did you say to each other?
Not much: I tried to prevent him from losing a few tens of millions with a header. He's agitated for the up and down of his actions, a classic Black Friday: he simply has to sit still and wait Monday. There is no room for emotions in trading.
And not even in you, Michael.
No, not even in me.
It's amazing how you can handle complex situations by speaking in English (French).
Nowadays there is no alternative to knowing languages. Get in the car, come on.
Michael, the cell phone is ringing again.
Answer, please, I'm driving.
Hello?
(Silence)
Who was it?
I don't know: he hung up as soon as he heard my voice.
Give me the phone, I want to see the number.
(Silence)
What's happening, Michael? Your mood suddenly changed.
I? But no, my mood hasn't changed at all. We have arrived. Do you mind going ahead of me? I'm going to look for a parking space.
I'll gladly accompany you.
I don't want to make you walk in the cold: and then there's ice on the streets and you're wearing high heels. Enter the restaurant and wait for me in the warmth with friends.
As you wish, Michael.
If I'm late tell them I apologize, I'm afraid I'll have to go to the Royal Gardens to find a place.
(Silence)
Hello. Sorry about earlier, I couldn't speak. No, of course, I have nothing important to do. Yes it was Laura, but don't worry: just tell me. Is everything okay with your baby bump? Hey no, don't do that, baby. I'll come to see you tomorrow. No, I really can't tonight, I have a damn dinner at Smarrita, ten people waiting for me. I hate trading, I don't know what fucking joke I ended up in. Sometimes I feel like I'm in prison, can you believe it? Maybe in prison I would feel freer. No, no easy ironies, Laura, the villa, the swimming pool etc. I know you don't believe me, but it's true. Go to bed now, okay? Bring your cat too, read a good book. You are here? Perfect. I'm there with you, I'll think about you all evening, you're not alone. See you tomorrow. I'm hanging up now baby, a big kiss.
(Silence)
Damn.