Lorelle d'Avistral was shown into the chief cashier's office without ceremony, so she created a little of her own with her walk, her looks and her smile. She had picked out a distinctive but conservative garb for today's meeting - scarlet and black damask bodice with medium neckline, simple patterned scarlet skirt, black flathat and high quality black leather boots and gloves to match. Very lightly rouged cheeks and a summer flower scented perfume to hint at the lasting renewal of the dying season. Lorelle leant forward slightly as she gave a slight curtsey to the chief cashier, to help project the scent a little further.
Lorelle placed her writing case on the desk and gave her sweetest smile as she pulled out one of her letters and placed it in front of the cashier.
"Thank you very much for seeing me today, my dear sir. I need only a minute of your time. My letter of accreditation from Eshir Romak of Galam, dear sir. As you can see, I am a foreclosure specialist who can bring you six years' experience in the business, as well as in negotiations and debt and loan assessments. Now rumour has it that you've lost more than half of your liquid assets - around eight ducats, am I correct? You'll have to foreclose, of course, but that's where I come in.
"If you hire me, if you let me look through your books, I can tell you precisely which assets to foreclose and which to keep. I can tell you which businesses are going to keep you going, and I can cut out the deadwood. Put simply, I can save you money, short and long term. All I ask is access, a cashier's salary and the liberty to travel to clients to negotiate foreclosure and sales - expenses included, of course. If I can't get you those eight ducats by the end of the year, at less asset loss than you projected, then you're free to let me go.
"I am more than confident I can solve your problem, dear sir. I am certain."