Concrete Jungle (V-03)
The air in Lower Manhattan tasted of ozone and expensive espresso. I lived my life in the milliseconds between a buy and a sell order, my world reduced to a series of flickering green and red candles on a Bloomberg terminal. To the world, I was Elena Vance, the "Ice Queen" of quantitative trading. I could predict a market crash three days before it happened, and I could bankrupt a hedge fund...
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