The Capital Cycle
The air in the boardroom was filtered to a clinical purity, smelling of ozone and expensive cologne. Julian sat at the head of the mahogany table, his eyes fixed on the holographic display of the S&P 500. To the rest of the world, he was the "Oracle of Wall Street," the man who could smell a market crash three months before the first domino fell. Julian hadn't been born into this world. He had...
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