"Phew..."
Staring at the computer, Takagi Gentarou let out a deep breath, his eyes filled with unsettling bloodshot streaks.
It had been a long time since he'd slept well.
Whenever he dozed off in a daze, he saw the collapsing stock market and a face sneering and gloating at him.
Each time, he longed to see that face clearly, but never succeeded, always waking up in unwilling and angry self-loathing.
120 euros.
Watching the stock price on the screen that had stabilized its fall and was now steadily rising, Takagi Gentarou's taut nerves finally relaxed for a moment.
His choice hadn't been a mistake.
Though it cost him a great deal, at least he'd succeeded in pulling the company back from the brink.
As for what to do next, what ambitions the Fujihara Family might have, he simply didn't have the energy to consider at the moment.
