The Circular Joke
The lounge of the International Airport was a non-place, a sterile vacuum of brushed aluminum and white noise. Outside, a blizzard had grounded every flight, trapping a thousand strangers in a state of suspended animation. Among them was Arthur Vance, a man who lived his life by the spreadsheet. He was a hedge fund manager who viewed the world as a series of probabilities to be optimized....
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