My Enemy Built My Alibi

A single slipped finger on the mouse sends fifteen billion dollars of the firm's capital into a catastrophic short during a historic rally, leaving Miles Stratton personally liable for a hundred-billion-dollar debt. His Manhattan condo, his car, his parents' house and the surgical fund for his mother's treatments will all be seized, and he drags himself toward the forty-fourth-floor window, certain it is over.

Then his rival, Director of Trading Bradley Hawthorne, kicks the doors open with the legal team and hurls photographs in his face, accusing him of sexually harassing an intern during the exact half-hour of the disaster. The intern, Paige, sobs on cue, and Hawthorne presses a confession letter and a termination notice onto the desk, threatening to send the photos to Miles's sick mother.

But the confession names 2:30 to 3:00 PM, and the trade executed at 2:47. When Hawthorne asks the floor whether anyone saw Miles at his desk, the room goes silent, and his gaze lands on Cameron, the protégé he built from nothing.