One month later, Julian’s name crossed the bottom of a financial news screen in my office. He had filed his final bankruptcy declaration.
I dismissed a market alert for a fifty-million-dollar trade and returned to a deal worth a hundred times more.
The monitor continued playing silently beside me.
That afternoon, I had a bell to ring.
The NASDAQ floor was already busy when we reached the balcony. Hundreds of traders moved between rows of green and red screens while camera crews filled the space around the circular podium. The bell and the giant display behind it were centered in every shot before the broadcast began.
Behind the podium, the giant screen displayed the logo for ‘Aries Tech Ventures,’ ATV. The company carried my call sign and my capital.
Alexander stood beside me in a da
