“Did you make that short sell?” Tony asked, leaning over Emma’s desk.
Behind him, screens flashed up figures for the end of the trading day. The Dow was up on yesterday, as were most of the shares Emma had put funds into. This month’s bonus would buy her the trip to the Bahamas she’d been looking forward to.
Anna paused by the door of the derelict building. Pretending to watch something on her augmented reality glasses, she checked that no one was looking her way. Once it was all clear, she pushed a door open just enough for her to squeeze through.