The City was the center of the world, and Emily sat on the throne.  At least, that is how she considered her desk at Midas Bank.  The City, and by extension Midas, had become the world’s clearing house.  Every day, billions of Dollars, Euros, Yen, Yuan, Pounds, and every other trading currency flowed through her gates, were converted to credits, passed through a few more hands, and left again.  She logged the transactions and sped the bundles on their way.  She didn’t know much about international finance law, but that wasn’t her department.  She was certain everything was completely legal.

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