ration she hadn't experienced in years. She no lon

her own money. It was a seven-figure sum she'd saved from side projects and

the IPO quiet period ending soon, the c

fshore accounts, building a short position against the company wit

ther identity: "A-God," an anonymous de

gorithms, was legendary. Her fees were astronomical, an

on-only design platform to "Available." Withi

, Champ placed a r

reported. "She has moved approximately seven figures of her personal fu

o has started accepting commissions

smile spreading across his face. T

on. The fact that she didn't use his mon

on the polished desk,

re to himself than to Champ. "But she's left a few

em up. I don't want any flies discoverin

Champ said

ooking Wall Street. His 'investment' was pe

He wouldn't just prote

e. A stage where she could crus

inished her work and s

ack, sitting on the

a curt nod, having fallen into the

bedroom, she saw somethi

ess card, embossed

written in Camilo's sha

nd a single line: "Meyer Capita

Meyer Capital. The apex predator of Wall Street. A place whe

g? Offering her

droom. Camilo was just a

she asked, hol

An opportunity. I don't invest in things without value.

st an appetizer. I want to see if my all

with pressure, an u

ard. She knew it was a trap. But it was

ere on time

satisfied nod and disa