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request; it

solitary journey. I'm met by a driver who doesn't speak my n

he table with an iron will. Jocelyn sits beside him, a perfect, icy statue. And across fr

oastful. But I'm listening. I'm always listening. They're complaining about mar

says, his voice dripping with false concern. "How's the.

er control," I rep

t. You hear that, James? He's got things under control. Meanwhile,

Tech company that's screwing us over, Apex Innovations. The founder is anonymous

er. Some brilliant, ruthless guy nam

ps. "And here you are, another Lester, worrying about wh

elyn's jaw is tight, but she says nothing. She never intervenes at these fa

ive algorithms to make trades milliseconds before the market can react. Our fi

e that. A Lester changing the world, w

t there, a blank slate, enduring the humiliation

r failing strategies, every admission of their vulnerabilitie

ea they're talking