The Golden Downtown
The office smelled of stale coffee and the ozone scent of overheating servers, a sterile perfume that clung to Arthur’s clothes as he stared at the spreadsheet glowing on his dual monitors. He was forty-two, an actuary of middling rank at a mid-sized insurance firm in Chicago, and he had spent the last three weeks building a risk model that promised to revolutionize their catastrophe loss...
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