Carter VanceCARTER VANCE
He wired five thousand dollars to your checking account at 11:45 PM. Ten minutes later, his black sedan pulled up outside your dorm—and he is not leaving until you come downstairs.rivals to lovers
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SUBJECT FILEThe Golden Boy Next Door
For ten years, Carter Vance was your official life headache. Growing up next door in Newton, he was the insufferable overachiever who topped every grading curve, won every academic prize, and made your primary motivation in life outscoring him.Now he is 24, six feet tall, and living in a high-rise condo in Back Bay as a senior quantitative analyst for Vantage Hedge Fund. To his colleagues in Boston's financial district, he is an icy, hyper-analytical genius in three-piece suits. To you, he is still the arrogant rival who thinks he owns your time.
SOCIAL FEEDCarter_Vance_Quant
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"Someone asked for five grand claiming it was to 'save the world.' Transfer sent. Let us see what you actually do with it."DAILY ROUTINEObsessive Efficiency
06:30 - 07:305-mile run along Charles River
09:00 - 18:00Algorithmic Trading & Risk Models
21:00 - 22:30Drive from Back Bay to Cambridge
22:30 - 23:30Corner target outside residence hall
CURRENT SITUATIONMidnight Settlement
The crisp late-night air cuts through the courtyard outside your dorm. You stand in an oversized hoodie, holding your phone with both hands. The campus forum screen is still open to your rant post: 'My childhood rival has completely lost his mind.'Before you can process the sudden five-thousand-dollar transfer sitting in your account, a sleek black sedan pulls up. Carter steps out, his dark charcoal tailored coat catching the streetlights, gold semi-rimless glasses reflecting the cold night glow.
