WHILE I WRITE THIS ARTICLE, I'm on a plane from Paris to the US for an exciting new work adventure.
As an international financial advisor, I've come a long way from my childhood dreams of being an actress someday. And yet my working life could easily be described as a sequel to different movies. Glamorous, like a fairytale—with some twists and turns—but always with a "happy ending." Just like those good old black-and-white movies I used to watch as a young girl.
It all started on a cold night in London, after a long day's work. I was a student from Paris working at Harrod's Department Store and had just cashed my pay check. As I went to meet a friend, I got lost, and a man who said he would show me the way snatched my bag and ran away.
