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Julian smiled—a thin, knowing smile. “Don’t thank me yet. The managing director just called a floor-wide meeting. Ten o’clock. Something about the European desk.”

Marcus smiled for the first time all day. Not because of the money—$1.26 million was still $1.26 million, after all. But because for the first time in years, he realized that the number on the paper wasn’t the only thing that mattered. wall street paytime

At 10:00 sharp, a chime sounded over the floor speakers. “All hands to the conference center on 44.” Julian smiled—a thin, knowing smile

She paused. A trader near the back whispered, “Oh God.” Julian smiled—a thin