The Ghost in the Machine (V-04)
I remember the day Marcus arrived at QuantEdge. He didn't look like a disruptor. He looked like a man who had been chewed up and spat out by the world—grey suit, sunken eyes, and a habit of staring at the monitors as if he were listening to a song no one else could hear. I was the administrative assistant, the man who made sure the coffee was hot and the shredders were empty. To the partners, I...
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