hogany desk, the glow of three monitors illuminating his face in th

t of a German biotech firm. It was a brutal deal, the kind that left people jobless

s secure terminal from hi

vidence points to market manip

, his expression unchanged. It was dynamite. Enough to bl

t the SEC. Make it look like an accident.

ned the family's internal mail server. He monitored his mother's inbox. It was a co

he subject line: Alistair

l from the snow. The one who had lo

should have. But he click

he found a highly structured, analytical breakdown of the Civil War. She had linked military strategy

twice. It w

n a defiant line. He had called her a high schooler. He had dismissed her. But

murmured, stari

zed. It was K

Dalton a

"Zane's party in the Hamptons just started. Get on a chopper an

m b

ourself. Come on. Zane got a shipment of that

The pressure in his skull was building. He needed a drink. He needed to

Dalton said. "I'll b

toring plan stayed in his head. He stood up and changed ou

nder it, and the sound of gunfire from a video game echoed faintly. He didn't go in. He just stood th

car that would take him to the helipad. He left the snow and the