The Destiny Merchant
The Destiny Merchant I The morning the market crashed, Julian Ashford III was eating breakfast in a room that cost more than most Americans earned in a year. He was twenty-four, handsome in the way that money and privilege make handsome—soft edges, clean skin, no lines of worry. The telephone in the hall was ringing, and his father's voice, when it finally came upstairs, was a sound Julian...
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