"Rich Friends? Like you've got any friends" she stood up from the table, laughing.
"I've got friends— they begged for investment strategies. I've even ignored some messages"
"And you think they'll invest in a failing company?"
"The lucky ones will" he chuckled, scrolling through his phone.
"Right..." She scoffed and turned to Xander. "I don't know what you guys see but I don't think it's right to trust someone who plays stocks"
"I trust my guts, Miss Serta" he smiled, "and this is good business"
"Whatever you say" she huffed, "the lawyer— connect us later, I'm off"
"You'll see what I'm talking about soon"
"Yeah, Boss... Just don't come crying to us"
Xander watched as she walked away. What did she mean by 'us'? He glanced at Trent, who busied himself with his phone, humming.
Didn't matter. This seemed interesting enough— A promotion out of nowhere and a path to improving Rotschen's legacy.
Let's make this work.
