¡NOVELA FANTÁSTICA! #6
¡Novela Fantàstica! #6 The Secret Algorithm Diego Rivera hated Saturdays. Especially this Saturday, when his boss had "urgently" needed someone to review a spreadsheet that could’ve easily waited until Monday. And of course, as the junior-most analyst (and the only one without a convincing excuse), that someone was him. The subway rattled beneath him as he slumped in his seat, humming along to Hamilton through his earbuds. A woman across the aisle gave him a weird look. Diego grinned and sang louder, off-key, just to annoy her. By the time he reached the office building, his mood had slightly improved. The lobby was empty except for a tired-looking security guard—Mr. Jenkins, who always complained about his arthritis—and a sharply dressed woman rushing toward the elevators. Diego, ever the gentleman, jogged ahead to hold the door. "Thanks," she said, eyeing his Rent t-shirt and rainbow socks. "No ...