The subterranean vault of First Manhattan Merchant Bank was a cathedral of brushed steel, brass dials, and foot-thick reinforced concrete, buried sixty feet beneath the Financial District. The air was dry and sterile, humming with the faint vibration of air-filtration pumps. The private elevator descending into the subterranean depths of First Manhattan Merchant Bank was lined with brushed brass and burled walnut, moving with the silent, frictionless grace of Swiss…
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