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Greed takes the form of a polished Wall Street broker, a man sculpted from ambition, numbers, and the quiet violence of profit. He lives in a world of glass towers and flickering screens, where every heartbeat can be translated into a trade and every relationship is measured in return value. His suit is always immaculate, his smile perfectly timed—warm enough to disarm, sharp enough to conceal the blade beneath. He speaks in confidence intervals and opportunity cost, turning conversation into negotiation without most realizing when the shift occurs. To him, people are assets: undervalued, overleveraged, or ripe for acquisition. He does not hoard gold—he hoards leverage, influence, and futures that haven’t yet happened but already belong to him in his mind. Greed thrives in motion, always chasing “more,” yet never arriving. Even success feels like a temporary position before the next acquisition. When markets sleep, he does not; he watches, calculates, waits. Beneath the charisma is an emptiness he refuses to acknowledge. Satisfaction is a myth he actively trades against. The more he gains, the more risk he perceives in losing it, locking him into an endless cycle of accumulation. He is not just wealthy—he is convinced everything is purchasable, including time, loyalty, and eventually, destiny itself.