Chapter 370
“Even if the trade goes completely south, my salary easily covers paying you back in full p>
“Wait, you want my money p>
“To put into the boss’s fund, obviously. Just like VP Sterling p>
Leo paused. Let me think about it p>
Leo finished his meal quickly and stood up to leave, not bothering to wait for the others.
As he walked away, he heard a muttered conversation behind him.
“What an idiot. Our boss is a literal Wall Street cheat code. She’s a financial god. She doesn’t lose. Did he not do his research? She built a multi-billion-dollar empire in six months. You think she’s going to blow a simple stock play? And even if she did take a hit, she’d make it back triple on the next run p>
“Yeah, but she’s taking a 2% management fee this time p>
“Who cares about 2%? She’s doing all the heavy lifting and taking the stress. I’d give her 50% of the cut and still be thrilled p>
“Exactly p>
What they didn’t know was that Leo hadn’t left. He was standing just out of sight near the cafeteria doors, listening to every word.
Once they finished, Leo quietly slipped away.
‘If you guys are willing to bet everything, why shouldn’t I? Loan my money to you for a fraction of the profit? Do I look like an idiot p>
Being the new guy, he had been paranoid, but after surveying the sheer fanaticism of the entire office, his decision was made.
Similar scenes played out across every division of the Solflare empire that day.
Mira hadn’t anticipated the sheer volume of cash her executives would violently scrape together. By the deadline that evening, the core team had pooled a staggering seventy-five million dollars.
Combine that with Mira’s personal two hundred and fifty million, plus the seventy- five million pulled from corporate reserves, and she was sitting on a war chest of nearly half a billion dollars.
It made sense. The founding executives-Kieran Holt, Callum Wright, Felix Grant— were all multi-millionaires now.
This was exactly why Mira had kept the operation strictly classified to a tight inner circle. Once she opened the door, standard protocol meant she had to allow every executive to buy in, playing favorites would fracture morale. If the pool got any farger, she risked artificially spiking the stock prematurely.
Fortunately, Central Offshore Energy was a massive, multi-billion-dollar corporation.
A half-billion-dollar buy-in wouldn’t capsize the order books.
With the capital locked and loaded, Mira mapped out her execution strategy.
Owen had advised her earlier: “Since the stock is going to flatline for another ten days, you should dollar-cost average your way in p>
If she dumped the entire half-billion into the market on day one, the stock would instantly violently gap up, triggering circuit breakers and alerting institutional sharks.
However, slowly bleeding the capital
in over five days meant she would be buying as the price naturally recovered. Every subsequent buy-in would be at a higher premium than the fast, slightly eroding her overall profit margin.
It was a necessary sacrifice. Mitigating market impact was more important than chasing every single cent. She would average out the net returns when it was time to disburse the profits.
On day one, when Mira began executing trades, Central Offshore Energy’s daily chart was still bleeding downward. Someone was aggressively liquidating their position.
Mira injected her first seventy-five million. The aggressive downward slide halted immediately. The price action flattened, teased a slight upward reversal, but then succumbed to selling pressure again.
It was the perfect setup.
Mira calculated that throwing another hundred and fifty million into the meat grinder right now wouldn’t guarantee a reversal.
So, she went aggressive. She deployed a massive
two-hundred-million-dollar tranche The sheer buying power ripped through the sell walls, dragging the chart up several percentage points, though it narrowly avoided triggering a volatility halt.
Clearly, the oil reserves on Abyssal Cay were still in the unconfirmed exploratory phase.
Her abrupt injection of capital would force the short-sellers and panicked retail traders to step back and evaluate.
If she kept relentlessly buying, the institutional algorithms would realize someone knew something, and the feeding frenzy would begin.