The Great Game of Wall Street
The air in Manhattan in 1924 smelled of ozone, expensive cigars, and the electric hum of a city that had forgotten how to sleep. Clara stood at the window of her cramped office, watching the ticker tape spill across the floor like a paper waterfall. She was the ghost in the machine, the analyst whose brilliance fueled the fortunes of men who couldn't distinguish a balance sheet from a menu....
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