The Steel Consensus
The offices of The Board were located in a spire of glass and chrome that pierced the New York skyline like a needle. Inside, there were no shouting matches, no dramatic confrontations. There was only the hum of The Engine and the soft click of expensive shoes on marble. Marcus had once been the Board's golden boy, a quantitative analyst who could see patterns in the noise of the global market...
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