Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 370

"Even if the trade goes completely south, my salary easily covers paying you back in full."

"Wait, you want my money..."

"To put into the boss's fund, obviously. Just like VP Sterling."

Leo paused. "...Let me think about it."

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."

"Yeah, but she's taking a 2% management fee this time."

"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."

"Exactly."

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?'

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.

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.