My Enemy Built My Alibi
Language: en
One slip of the finger. That was all it took for fifteen billion dollars of the firm’s capital to vaporize in an instant, leaving us a hundred billion in debt to the exchange. I was literally calculating the terminal velocity of a human body dropping from a forty-fourth-floor window, wondering if it would be enough to end things instantly. That was when my sworn enemy kicked the door open, flanked by the entire legal team, and hurled a stack of glossy photographs right into my face. "During the most critical thirty minutes of the trading day, you—a Senior Trader at this firm—were busy…