A Few Moments Ago...
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I found Charlotte parked on the marble balcony like it was her throne, Miami skyline blazing behind her like some stock photo labeled "Wealth Porn." She was scrolling her phone with surgical precision—the kind of laser focus that only meant two things: insider trading or world domination.
"Planning global conquest?" I asked, dropping into the chair across from her.
She looked up with that face she reserved for corporate kill shots. "Actually, yeah. I've been coordinating with our legal team about the auction."
Of course. Leave it to Charlotte to casually plot billion-dollar chess moves like she was ordering Uber Eats.
"How's it going?" I asked.
"Better than expected." She set her phone down like it had just lost a war. "I scheduled it for Thursday at the Heights Hotel back home. And Peter—" her tone sharpened, "—the response to our API announcement has been fucking insane."
I leaned forward. "Define insane."