The Broker of Echoes
Whisper economy between glass and gossip.
Nothing is sold outright. The Broker carries fragments—half a sentence, a lift lobby’s worth of suspicion—until those fragments find a buyer willing to turn them into narrative. The city’s news is sometimes written; more often, it is brokered.
Influence spreads vertically: floor-to-floor, tower-to-tower, where HVAC ducts and shared sightlines make a second geography. The Broker’s fee is always paid in attention.
Dense skylines, trading floors after hours, and the corridors where security cameras politely look away.
Named in the margins of stories about skyscrapers that withheld their stars and markets that priced incense like yield. Sources disagree whether the Broker is one figure or a succession.