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“New York, Luke!” I squeezed his arm, my eyes already scanning the horizon for the nearest yellow taxi. Or, more accurately, the nearest Barney’s. “The culture! The history! The Guggenheim!”
I stepped off the plane at JFK and immediately felt a spiritual connection to the air. It didn’t just smell like jet fuel and pretzel stands; it smelled like opportunity . And also, possibly, a limited-edition perfume launch at Saks Fifth Avenue.
As we cruised toward Manhattan, the skyline rose up like a giant, glittering rack of designer shoes. I clutched my handbag—the one I’d bought specifically for 'Transatlantic Travel'—and felt a familiar, warm glow. Back in London, my bank manager, Derek Smeath, was probably staring at a silent phone, wondering where I’d gone. But here? Here, I was a clean slate. A financial guru. A woman with a "Buy Only What You Need" motto.
And I definitely needed to see if American mannequins looked as judgmental as the British ones when you ask if they take three different credit cards for one pair of boots.
“New York, Luke!” I squeezed his arm, my eyes already scanning the horizon for the nearest yellow taxi. Or, more accurately, the nearest Barney’s. “The culture! The history! The Guggenheim!”
I stepped off the plane at JFK and immediately felt a spiritual connection to the air. It didn’t just smell like jet fuel and pretzel stands; it smelled like opportunity . And also, possibly, a limited-edition perfume launch at Saks Fifth Avenue.
As we cruised toward Manhattan, the skyline rose up like a giant, glittering rack of designer shoes. I clutched my handbag—the one I’d bought specifically for 'Transatlantic Travel'—and felt a familiar, warm glow. Back in London, my bank manager, Derek Smeath, was probably staring at a silent phone, wondering where I’d gone. But here? Here, I was a clean slate. A financial guru. A woman with a "Buy Only What You Need" motto.
And I definitely needed to see if American mannequins looked as judgmental as the British ones when you ask if they take three different credit cards for one pair of boots.
