The elevator's smooth, mechanical whir lulled me out of a daze as it descended to the hotel lobby. Outside, the darkness was just beginning to fade into shades of purples and blues. The hotel was eerily still, the kind of quiet that made my skin prickle with anticipation. When the doors slid open, I saw her standing there - Evelyn, already waiting with two cups of steaming coffee in hand.
She gestured to a nearby table where brand-new laptops and monitors were neatly arranged. "Got everything ready for you," she said, nodding toward the equipment. "We're set for the opening bell."
I glanced at the clock. 5:45 AM. August 1st. It was almost time.
A loud, steady thump reverberated through the hallway, announcing Kai's arrival. He sauntered in with an air of confidence, despite the sleepless night he had surely endured. His hair stuck up at odd angles, and a mischievous grin played on his lips as he joined the group.
"How'd you sleep?" I asked, sipping from my coffee.
Kai stretched his arms above his head, then grinned. "Like a baby. Ready to make some money."
"Very nice," I said, nodding. "Evelyn's set up the rig. These bad boys are ready to go to war."
We settled into our seats, screens flickering to life as charts, graphs, and data filled the displays. My heart rate picked up. I knew today was the start of something big. But as soon as Kai's fingers touched the mouse, I realized I wasn't the only one who could feel the energy shift.
It was like watching an artist at work. Kai moved through the screens with precision, pulling up stock information as if he had been doing this for years. His eyes narrowed as he sorted through the sea of companies, singling out ten top-performing stocks with the ease of someone who could see the entire market laid out like a puzzle.
"These," he said, his voice steady, "are the ones I'm betting on. But the real question is—how much are we talking?"
I leaned back in my chair, watching the numbers dance across the screen. "Not much yet," I replied, keeping my tone measured. "I want to ease into it. Maybe one or two trades a day, see how we scale by the end of the month. Let's start with two million and play it from there."
Kai gave a low whistle. "Two mil, huh? Got it." He nodded, fingers still flying across the keyboard, adjusting the stocks on display.
Just then, the door creaked open behind us. I glanced over my shoulder and saw three fresh-faced figures standing awkwardly at the entrance—our first hires.
The one in front, a tall Black guy with a wide, easy grin, stepped forward. "Uh, morning," he said, glancing around nervously. His casual stance and laid-back energy reminded me of someone who could talk his way out of anything. "Name's Marcus. Penn grad."
Beside him, an Asian guy with sharp, wire-framed glasses, fidgeted with his sleeve cuffs, his expression intense. "I'm David," he said, nodding stiffly. His posture was rigid, and he looked like the kind of person who always had a plan, calculating every move. "Graduated from Wharton."
The last was a petite white girl with short, platinum blonde hair and a nose ring. She stepped forward with a confident smirk, flipping her hair back. "Taylor," she said, her tone light but assertive. "Stanford grad, business and econ."
I looked over at Kai, who grinned. "Looks like we got our squad," he said.
I nodded in agreement. "Alright, Kai, let's see what they can do."
Kai turned to face them, his eyes scanning the trio. "Alright, Marcus," he said, nodding toward the laid-back Penn grad, "you strike me as someone who can handle negotiations. We'll put you on client outreach and investor relations. Keep things smooth and personable."
Marcus gave a mock salute. "You got it, boss."
Kai then looked at David, the Wharton grad. "David, I'm putting you on analysis. Your brain is your weapon. I want detailed reports, numbers, and strategies. Make sure nothing slips by us."
David's eyes flickered with determination. "I'll get it done."
Lastly, Kai turned to Taylor. "Taylor, you're going to help me with the research. You've got an eye for trends, and I need someone who can see what's coming next. Let's make sure we're always ahead of the curve."
Taylor smirked. "Consider it done."
I watched them for a moment, the air buzzing with anticipation. "Alright," I said, clapping my hands together. "We've got the team. Now, let's see what we can do."
The room filled with the sound of clicking keyboards and whispered conversations. The market was about to open, and we were ready. This wasn't just about making money—it was about taking control, building something bigger. I looked over at Kai, his face lit up by the monitors. His talent was undeniable, and now we had a team to back us up.
***
As they wrapped up the trade, Evelyn's voice cut through the hum of the computers, her gaze still fixed on the screen. "That was a solid $60,000 profit," she said, tapping a few keys to bring up the final numbers. "We shorted $500,000, closed out with a 12% return."
Kai nodded, his focus still locked on the charts. "Not bad. What's our balance now?"
Evelyn glanced at the master account display. "Up to $2.06 million. We made a decent move, but the market's getting choppier. We need to be careful."
Kai leaned back, his hands steepled in front of him as he processed the data. "We'll take it easy for now, no need to rush into anything else."
There was a brief lull in the room, but the calm was short-lived.
"Check out Shopify," Evelyn said suddenly, her fingers flying across the keys. "Stock's dropping fast. Missed earnings, but the long-term potential's still solid."
Kai's eyes flicked toward her screen. He could see the panic selling in real-time, traders scrambling to get out.
But beneath the chaos, the stock had solid fundamentals. This wasn't the end for Shopify—it was a temporary overreaction.
"Buy the dip," Kai decided. "Let's put $400,000 into it. We'll hold through the volatility, set the stop-loss at 5% below the entry."
Evelyn executed the trade swiftly. The stock kept falling, testing their nerves, but Kai's calm never wavered.
Ten minutes later, Shopify started climbing back. Slowly at first, then steadily gaining momentum.
Marcus's voice broke the silence. "We're back in the green."
Evelyn watched the screen closely. "We're up 6%. That's $24,000. Do we hold or sell?"
Kai didn't hesitate. "Sell. Take the profit. It might rise more, but we're not chasing it."
The trade closed, locking in the win. Evelyn updated the balance. "We're at $2.084 million."
The tension eased in the room as the team processed the small but steady gains. Kai stood, stretching his arms, the faintest smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"Good work, everyone," he said, his voice measured. "We've made $84,000 today. No major losses, kept our risks in check. But the market's unpredictable. Remember, it's about staying consistent, not hitting home runs."
As the market slowed for the day, the team felt the weight of the day's decisions. Kai's leadership, his ability to see through the noise and make calculated moves, had brought them forward. And while the wins were adding up, everyone knew the real challenge was just beginning.
Tomorrow would bring new trades, new risks, and new rewards—but with Kai at the helm, they felt ready for whatever came next.
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The hum of monitors and the soft clatter of keyboards filled the room, but the focus was palpable. Kai sat at the center, orchestrating the chaos with the precision of a conductor leading a symphony. The team was already in sync, moving with purpose as the market churned with volatility.
"Alright," Kai began, his voice calm, eyes flicking from one screen to another. "We're sitting on $2 million. Let's play this smart—no crazy moves yet. We're aiming for consistency."
Evelyn glanced up from her screen. "Shopify just dipped hard," she said. "Missed earnings. People are panicking."
Marcus, sitting to her left, leaned over. "That looks like a classic overreaction. The fundamentals are solid, but everyone's jumping ship."
David, eyes sharp behind his glasses, chimed in. "I agree. Their revenue's still strong. They'll recover, but it'll take time for the market to realize that. We should hold for a bit."
Taylor, tapping her nails on the desk, shook her head. "We could ride the bounce, but it's risky. The dip might go deeper before it climbs back. If we get in now, we might get stuck."
Kai listened carefully, his fingers hovering over the mouse, processing the input from all sides. He loved this part—the back-and-forth, the sharp minds around him, each presenting a different angle. It gave him perspective, kept him grounded.
"Marcus, you're right—it's an overreaction. But Taylor's got a point. The dip could go deeper before we see any real bounce," Kai said, his voice thoughtful. "We'll buy the dip, but we'll play it safe. $400,000. Set the stop-loss 5% below entry."
Marcus leaned back, nodding with a grin. "I like it. We swoop in, make some quick gains, and get out before the panic sellers even know what hit them."
Evelyn's fingers moved swiftly across the keys, executing the trade. "Order's in. We're in at $400,000."
David's eyes scanned the charts, watching the price fluctuate. "It's dropping," he muttered, his brow furrowed. "We might hit that stop-loss faster than we think."
The room tightened, everyone leaning in. The stock continued to fall for what felt like an eternity, testing their nerves.
Taylor cracked her knuckles, her gaze locked on the screen. "Come on, come on... just give us a little lift."
Then, the bounce.
The stock started to recover, slowly at first, then picking up momentum. Marcus whistled low. "There it is. Told you, the panic sellers are out of steam."
Kai stayed silent, his focus unshakable, watching the volume surge.
David nodded, his expression intense. "We're up 4%. That's $16,000. Hold or sell?"
Kai's eyes narrowed. "Not yet. Watch the candles. The next spike, we sell."
Seconds later, the stock surged again.
"Now," Kai said sharply. "Close it."
Evelyn executed the sell with a swift click. "Closed at 6%. That's $24,000 profit."
Taylor grinned, raising her coffee cup in mock toast. "Nicely done. $24,000 is a solid start to the day."
Kai allowed a small smile, but his focus didn't waver. "It's a win, but remember—consistency. We're not here to gamble. It's about discipline."
Evelyn updated the balance. "We're at $2.084 million. Up $84,000 today."
Marcus leaned back in his chair, his arms behind his head. "Alright, team. What's next? We've got some momentum going. Let's make it count."
David, eyes still glued to his screen, clicked through a few more charts. "Tech sector's shaky today, but I'm seeing strength in energy stocks. Oil prices just spiked. Could be an opportunity to ride the wave before the market catches up."
Taylor scrolled through her tabs, pulling up news feeds. "Yeah, there's been some international tension—looks like it's pushing up prices. We could ride the spike, but we need to be careful. These moves can reverse fast."
Kai glanced between David and Taylor, weighing the options. "David, pull up the top three energy stocks with the best short-term momentum. Taylor, keep an eye on the news. We'll look for any signs of volatility."
"Got it," David replied, his fingers flying across the keyboard. "Chevron, Exxon, and BP are all seeing volume spikes. If we move fast, we can catch the momentum before it flattens."
Kai studied the charts David had pulled up. "We'll go in with $500,000 across those three. Set stop-losses at 3% below entry. We're aiming for a quick in-and-out."
The orders were placed, and the team watched in silence as the stocks fluctuated. Minutes passed, the market ebbed and flowed, but then—movement. Chevron surged first, followed by Exxon and BP.
Marcus leaned forward, excitement bubbling in his voice. "Here we go. Chevron's up 3%. Exxon's not far behind."
David nodded, eyes flicking between screens. "We're up $15,000 on Chevron alone. Exxon's following close behind—$12,000 gain."
Kai remained calm, his hand resting lightly on the mouse. "Wait for Exxon to hit 3%. We'll close all three positions at once."
Seconds later, Exxon spiked, followed by BP.
"Now," Kai ordered, his voice steady.
Evelyn executed the trades. "Closed. Total gain: $42,000."
"That brings us up to $2.126 million," Taylor added, a satisfied grin spreading across her face.
"Another solid move," Kai said, sitting back. "But don't get comfortable. The market can flip on us any second. Stay sharp, stay disciplined."
Marcus raised an eyebrow. "So what's the total for the day?"
Kai's expression didn't change, but there was a hint of pride in his voice. "We've cleared $126,000 today"
Taylor smirked, leaning back in her chair. "And here I thought we were just getting started."
Kai's eyes flickered with that same intensity. "We are."
Dio Stat's Info:
Lvl: 16
Skill Count: 3 (Key selling point analyze) (Analyze) (Global Monitoring System)
Strength:35
Agility:24
Intelligence:31
Endurance:21
Charm:25
Dio influence, power & riches:
Money - 3.6 Million Kroner
Associate - 13
Asset - 0
Digital Asset - 250 BTC
Goons - 10
Car - 1
Guard - 0
Employers -50
Company - 1