The offices of Harriman Inc. were strategically located on Broad Street in the Financial District, a stone's throw away from the New York Stock Exchange. It was where Jay Harriman sat like a feudal lord of a modern-day fiefdom. His office was a cathedral to capitalism, where the invisible hand of self-interest penned the gospel of prosperity. Harriman, a septuagenarian patriarch, known for his prowess in asset management and private equity, was a modern-day Midas turning every venture into gold.
Specializing in everything from real estate to technology startups, from renewable energy to pharmaceuticals, from foreign currencies to the machinations of war, Harriman Inc. was a behemoth with its tentacles in multiple industries, each one orchestrated to play a harmonious tune of ever-increasing profits.
Yet, as we've seen, even the mightiest can fall, ensnared by their own hubris or the cunning of others. The invisible hand giveth and the invisible hand taketh away. Harriman Inc. was not just a sanctuary of success, but also a battleground where the eternal dramas of ambition, greed, and betrayal are played out, day after day, trade after trade.
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