The days after Kian's bold email felt like an eternity. The countdown to the first week of April was ticking by, and the tension was palpable. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was playing a dangerous game. But he had to try, had to convince Zianna Nicole Kriezly, had to convince her to see his vision, had to convince her to trust him.
He kept checking his email, refreshing the page every few minutes, hoping for a response. He couldn't concentrate on anything else. The weight of the bet, the pressure of the gamble, was relentless.
Finally, a notification popped up on his screen.
He clicked on it, his heart pounding in his chest. It was from Zianna.
[The Celestial Diamond market is volatile. It's like an ocean wave. It rises and falls, rises and falls.]
Kian's fingers flew across the keyboard, his mind racing, trying to decipher her cryptic message.
He typed a response.
[I know. But I'm not talking about the value going up and down. I'm talking about it going down, down, down, all the way down to zero.]
He sent the email, his heart pounding.
He waited, anticipating her response. He couldn't shake the feeling that he had to explain his hunch. He had to convince her.
A few moments later, a reply popped up on his screen.
[Explain.]
Kian took a deep breath. He had to make his move.
He typed another email, explaining his theory in a way that Zianna, a finance officer, could understand.
[Think about the supply and demand curve. The Celestial Diamond is in high demand, but the supply is artificially limited. That's why the value is skyrocketing. But this is a bubble. It's unsustainable. There's a disconnect between the market's perception of the stone's value and its actual worth.]
He sent the email, his heart pounding. He hoped she would see the logic in his words. He hoped she would understand his vision.
A few minutes later, another email arrived from Zianna.
[Interesting. Tell me more.]
He smiled. He had her attention.
He typed another email.
[The current demand is driven by speculation. There's a narrative being pushed. They're saying the Celestial Diamond is magical. They're saying it's a powerful artifact. They're saying it's a key to a lost civilization. But it's all a story. It's all marketing. They're artificially inflating the price, making people think it's worth more than it actually is. But the bubble will burst. People will see through the hype. And when that happens, the market will crash.]
He sent the email, his heart pounding. He waited for her response.
A few minutes later, he received a reply.
[I need to see the data.]
Kian's heart skipped a beat. He had to act fast. He had to prove his theory.
He typed another email.
[Give me a week. I'll show you the numbers. You'll see what I'm talking about. The Celestial Diamond will crash.]
He hit send, his heart pounding. He waited for a response. He hoped he hadn't lost her interest. He hoped she would hear him out.
The email pinged on his screen, and Kian's heart leaped into his throat. He'd been holding his breath, refreshing the page, waiting for Zianna's response. He had laid out his argument, his data, his theory… would it be enough?
Zianna's reply was short and to the point.
[Intriguing. What's your plan? How are you going to bet against the market?]
Kian felt a wave of relief wash over him. She was considering it. She was listening. He took a deep breath, composing his response, his mind racing. He knew what he had to do.
He typed back, [ "I'm going to bet against the hype, Zianna. Against all the big players, all the high rollers, everyone who thinks the Celestial Diamond will continue to rise. I'm going to bet it crashes, hard. I'm going to short the market."]
Zianna's response was immediate.
[You're going to short it? How much?]
Kian hesitated. He had to be smart. He had to be bold, but he also had to be careful. This wasn't a game. This was real money, a serious gamble.
He knew his chances were slim, but he also knew he had to go for it. This was his chance. This was his opportunity.
He typed back, his fingers trembling slightly.
[I'll place a bet, 100 million dollars, that the Celestial Diamond's value will be halved by the first week of April.]
He hit send, and a chill ran down his spine. He'd just put his entire fortune, everything he had, on the line. He was going all in. He was gambling everything on his hunch.
The email notification pinged on his screen. He was holding his breath, waiting for Zianna's response.
He had placed his bet. He had put everything on the line. He had gambled his entire fortune.
He clicked on the email, his heart pounding in his chest.
[You're crazy.]
Zianna's email was short, almost dismissive, but he could see the hint of intrigue in her words. She was still considering it.
He typed a response, his fingers flying across the keyboard.
[Maybe. But I'm not wrong. I've done my research. I know what I'm talking about. I'm willing to bet on it.]
He sent the email, his heart pounding. He waited for her response, his mind racing. He knew he had to convince her. He had to get her on his side.
A few minutes later, a new email arrived.
[I know you're a sharp trader, Kian. But you're a young one. And you have guts.]
He smiled. She was intrigued. She was listening.
He typed another email.
[This isn't about guts, Zianna. This is about strategy. This is about seeing the bigger picture.]
He sent the email, his heart pounding.
He waited for her response, his mind racing. He hoped he had convinced her.
He typed another email.
[You're a financial manager, Zianna. You're good at what you do. I need you to manage this bet. I need you to place it for me.]
He sent the email, his heart pounding. He waited for her response, his mind racing. He hoped he had convinced her.
A few minutes later, another email arrived.
[You're giving me a lot of responsibility, Kian.]
Kian's heart swelled with gratitude. She was hesitating, but she was considering it.
He typed another email.
[I know. But I trust you. I've done my research. I know you can do this. And it's not just about the money, Zianna. It's about taking down the people who think they can get away with anything. It's about fighting for what's right. You're good at what you do. You're one of the best. This is your chance to make a difference. I'm counting on you.]
He hit send and leaned back in his chair, a small smile on his face. He knew he had made a bold move, a risky move. But he had done it. He had convinced Zianna Nicole Kriezly to join him.
He closed his email, a wave of relief washing over him. He had found an ally. He had found someone he could trust. He had found someone who believed in him.
He had found Zianna.
She responded fast.
[Alright]
Kian smile that the gold fish he was trying to get tooks the bait.