The Liquidation Committee
The office was on the fifty-fifth floor of a building in Midtown, and from the floor-to-ceiling windows, you could see the entire city spread out below like a circuit board. Richard Sterling sat behind a desk that was made from a single slab of walnut, and he looked at me with eyes that had seen everything and felt nothing."David Chen," he said. "You're twenty-eight. You graduated from Wharton...
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