The Golden Circuit
The rain hit the window like a handful of gravel. I was sitting in the back of a cab, watching the city blur into gray smears of neon and wet asphalt. My name is Julian. I am a data analyst. I organize numbers. I make them behave. But today, the numbers were screaming. I had been summoned to the office of Arthur Vance. Vance is the director of operations. He is a man who smiles with his mouth...
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