The insomnia started on a Tuesday and by the following Monday, Alexander Sterling had stopped counting the hours.
It was not dramatic. He did not toss and turn or check his watch or count sheep. He simply lay in his bed in the apartment on the Upper East Side, staring at the ceiling, and noticed that sleep had stopped coming. At first he did not mind. There were reports to read, positions to evaluate, decisions to make. The fund required attention, and Alexander Sterling was never neglectful of his...
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