The Golden Downtown
Thorne, you are behind schedule. The voice came from the end of the long, open-plan office, belonging to Marcus, the regional underwriter, who stood with his arms crossed over a chest that seemed to expand with the weight of his own authority. Elias Thorne did not look up from his screen, where the numbers for the Golden Downtown reinsurance policy scrolled in a monotonous green cascade, a...
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