The offices of Lundquist Capital were always buzzing with activity. The bullpen of cubicles was a seemingly endless depressing row of gray and beige walls in front of beige desks where the fervent soldiers of capitalism duked it out in the trenches.
Phones were constantly ringing. The endless scroll of ticker symbols and prices circumnavigated the office space like a train. The price of pork commodities would fly from one end to the other, while the Nikkei index towed behind. For those who...
