Marielle Jan de Beur usually catches the 6.27am train to New York’s Grand Central Terminal, waiting from the Westchester platform with a swarm of dark-suited males, after which walks 10 obstructs to a Park Avenue office fronted by the water water fountain where Audrey Hepburn cavorted in morning meal at Tiffany’s, playing a girl scheming to marry a man that is wealthy.
But once the elevator allows her down at Wells Fargo, she enters another area, in which the sex dynamic who has long underpinned the economic industry is quietly being challenged. Читать далее