Chapter 14

The sun began its slow descent over the Atlantic, casting long, bruised shadows of violet and orange across the floor of Room 4B. The light crawled up the edge of Clara’s blanket, illuminating the sharp angles of her resting form. The only sounds in the room were the rhythmic, mechanical

Chapter 15

The sound was deafening.

It was a relentless, unbroken ringing that echoed off the cavernous walls of the New York Stock Exchange, slipping past the heavy velvet curtains and ringing out into the frenzied trading floor. It was the sound of absolute victory. A billion-dollar IPO. The cu