My hands nervously twitch beside an ornate bathroom sink as I tap out some white powder onto the marble surface. I pull out my Amex Platinum and rack it up into a hurried yet neat line - I’ve done this thousands of times before.
I roll up a hundred-dollar bill, lean down, snort, and shoot back up as soon as the flakes hit my sinuses. No one bats an eye, because all around me people are doing the same thing.
I adjust my tie, slick my hair back, and head out, onto the trading floor. “2,000 credits
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