Silas's hand was still shaking slightly as he held the phone to his ear, listening to the steady ringing over the faded chatter of his celebrating trading floor. On the main wall screen, the massive V-shaped reversal was still drawing its aggressive green path upward from the exact 2,329.65 floor.
The line clicked.
"Mr. Rivers," Silas said, his voice dropping into its polished, professional register, though he couldn't quite mask the slight breathlessness in his chest. "The session is officially closed. We hit your exact exit target at 2,329.65. The execution was flawless."
On the other end of the line, Jake's voice was remarkably calm, almost casual, contrasting sharply with the high-voltage energy still bouncing around the Sterling International bank vault. "Good. What's the damage, Silas?"
