Chapter 33: The Market Is a Battlefield

5:40 a.m. Dawn had yet to fully break, but every light on the thirty-fifth floor of Continental Venture Partners was already on. The long conference table had been pushed against the wall, leaving room for five monitors arranged in a semicircle. Their screens remained black, but keyboards, telephones, ashtrays, and bottled water already covered the table. This was not the Investment Department's regular morning meeting. It was a pre-battle briefing. 6:15 a.m. The elevator chimed. When River...