‘No more ill-fitting lab coats or smelly latex gloves! I would be a banking babe, don a sexy business suit and shiny pearls, attend cocktail receptions and fancy dinners.’

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Enamoured by the glamorous lives of the investment-banking hopefuls in Wellesley College, Massachusetts, pre-med student Riya Jain decides to become an investment banker. Her sole ambition is to secure an internship and, eventually, a full-time job with the prestigious Wall Street firm Goldstein Smith. There, she’d manage multi-million dollar projects, enjoy long corporate lunches and party at the hottest nightclubs in New York City. Riya’s boss is determined to make her life hell; her unkempt colleagues fail miserably to live up to her image of I-bankers, and, as an intern, the hours are long and stressful. Having escaped the cut-throat world of investment banking, Gautam Pandey, I-banker-turned-financial-journalist, seems to be the only contented one around. Now it’s Riya turn to decide where her happiness lies—within the hallowed halls of Goldstein, or in the world outside.

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Written with refreshing candour, There Is No Love On Wall Street by Ira Trivedi lays bare the seductive world of investment banking where expense accounts always come with strings attached.