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One year later, she built a predictive algorithm that saved the warehouse $2 million in shipping costs. The owner gave her a 10% stake in the company.

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Humiliated and broke, Madison borrowed a bus ticket from a dealer she'd once tipped well. She went home to Phoenix, moved into her grandmother's spare room, and took a job as an inventory clerk at a tire warehouse. One year later, she built a predictive algorithm