The Clockwork Gambit
The Clockwork Gambit The trading floor of Meridian Capital smelled like sweat and electricity. Three hundred screens glowing in a windowless room on the forty-second floor, the hum of a thousand keyboards creating a sound that was almost music if you were the kind of person who could hear music in the sound of money being made and lost in real time. Daniel O'Sullivan sat in cubicle fourteen,...
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