Inside the 50th-floor trading operations center of Cross Enterprises, red warning lights were flashing across forty monitors like an emergency siren in a sinking submarine. It was three-fifteen in the morning. Adrian Cross stood in the center of the trading floor with his sleeves rolled up, his tie undone, and a cold cup of black coffee trembling in his grip. The air was thick with the scent of burnt circuits,…
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