“ Your job is obviously very pressured.”
“ I thrive under pressure,” I explain. Which is true. I’ve known that about myself ever since….
Well. Ever since my mother told me, when I was about eight.
You thrive under pressure, Samantha.
Our whole family thrives under pressure. It’s like our family motto or something.
Apart from my brother Peter, of course. He had a nervous breakdown. But the rest of us.
I love my job. I love spotting the loophole in a contract. I love the thrill of negotiation, and arguing my case, and making the sharpest point in the room. I love the adrenaline rush of closing a deal.
I suppose just occasionally I do feel as though someone’s piling heavy weights on me. Like big concrete blocks, one on top of the other, and I have to keep holding them up, no matter how exhausted I am…