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The silence that followed was the loudest thing Marcus had ever heard. Then the chaos began. Shouting. Accusations. A managing director from equities threw a water bottle at the wall. Someone started crying—not quietly, but wailing. Tommy, the crying analyst from earlier, simply sat down on the floor and put his head in his hands.

“The European sovereign debt desk,” Victoria continued, “has been running a mismarked book for the last eighteen months. We discovered it last night. The losses are not yet fully quantified, but we believe they exceed $400 million.” wall street paytime

“Sit down, Marcus,” Julian said quietly. “It’s going to be a long morning.” The silence that followed was the loudest thing