The 42nd floor of the Mercer Building smelled like money and
The 42nd floor of the Mercer Building smelled like money and ambition. Ava Goldstein could tell because she had spent her entire life smelling both — money at home, ambition everywhere else, especially in rooms where her grandfather's name carried weight. "Your desk is there," said the assistant, gesturing to a corner position that overlooked Wall Street like a throne. "Mr. Mercer will be your...
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