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The email arrived at 11:17 the next morning while David was in the middle of a risk-model run.
Subject: Your Private Consultation – Executive Bull Services From: Sasi <consult@exec**ivebull.**yc>
David stared at it for a full minute before opening. The body was short, precise, and somehow more intimate than any corporate email he had ever received.
David closed the spreadsheet and let the glow of the three monitors wash over the dark Tribeca loft. Outside, the Hudson was a black ribbon threaded with the lights of Jersey. Inside, the only sound was the low hum of the HVAC and the occasional creak of the exposed brick as the old building settled for the night.