As the dinner unfolded, Tepper's strategy became apparent. He was a man who thrived on charm and careful observations, his sharp mind clearly dissecting every detail of our group. The way he leaned forward, directing most of his attention to me while occasionally letting his gaze flicker to Derec and Britney, was deliberate.
The first course was served—a delicate appetizer of smoked salmon tartare, paired with an impeccable white wine.
Tepper raised his glass. "To opportunities," he said, his smile widening. "And to the brilliant minds sitting at this table."
We clinked glasses, and the conversation began in earnest.
"So, Derec," Tepper started, cutting into his tartare, "I've been hearing about the ruble play Immortal Investments made recently. Quite a bold move. Most funds wouldn't have dared to touch it, let alone go all-in. Impressive work."
