October 12th. Marcus doesn't sleep. I can tell by the way he looks at the monitors in the morning—his eyes are like two pieces of flint, sparking with a hunger that never fades. He’s the star of the trading floor now. The "Oracle of the 42nd Floor."

I am the one who organizes his life. I schedule his calls, I order his espresso, and I watch the way he dismantles people. Marcus doesn't argue; he just finds the one thing you're afraid to lose and puts a price tag on it.

He used to talk about "market efficiency" and "the democratization of capital." He sounded like the student I met three years ago, the one who actually cared about the ethics of high-frequency trading. Now, he just talks about "the kill."

November 24th. Marcus just closed the deal on the Sterling merger. He didn't even blink when he realized it would bankrupt three thousand pension funds in the Midwest. He just leaned back in his chair and asked me if I could book a table at Per Se for eight.

I looked at him, and for a second, I saw a stranger. Not a monster—monsters are imaginative. Marcus was just a machine. He had optimized himself for success, and in the process, he had deleted everything that wasn't a metric.

December 15th. He tried to touch my shoulder today. It was a gesture of "affection," I suppose, but it felt like a transaction. He was rewarding me for my loyalty, the way one rewards a well-trained dog.

I realized then that Marcus doesn't see people. He sees assets and liabilities. I am currently a high-value asset because I know where the bodies are buried. But assets can be liquidated.

January 4th. I quit today. I didn't give him a reason. I just left my badge on the mahogany desk and walked out.

As I left the building, I sent a single encrypted file to the SEC. It contained the shadow ledger—the records of the offshore accounts and the insider trades that Marcus thought were invisible.

I didn't do it for justice. I don't believe in that anymore. I did it because I wanted to see the look on his face when he realizes that the one asset he forgot to account for was the girl who ordered his coffee.

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