"If you're interested, you're welcome to buy in."
Hank Whitlock's face lit up with immediate excitement. "Thank you. I trust you both. If this goes south, I'm fully prepared to shoulder the consequences."
His organization's defensive capabilities were world-class. If Mira Mercer and her team intended to expand their reach internationally, they would inevitably need his connections.
Besides, the more capital they pooled this time, the better. Giving him a piece of the pie was a convenient favor.
In the business world, interests always took precedence. Without mutual benefits, any friendship would quickly dry up.
"How much capital are you preparing for this move?"
"To be completely honest, excluding Harvey Rivers' share, we plan to raise billions of dollars on our own."
"Alright. I'll take a ten percent stake then—a cool billion."
"That's quite the generous play, Hank. But tell me, is this personal cash, or are you acting on behalf of your company?"
"I can scrape together a third of that personally. The rest will be corporate funds.
What's with those looks? Speaking purely on a personal level, I'm nowhere near as wealthy as you guys!"
"Is that a fact?"
"Absolutely."
"And what's your specific timeframe for this?"
Since they were talking business, they might as well lay all their cards on the table today.
"Around twenty days."
"I'll head back and make the arrangements. If possible, I'll join you guys on the trip. Leave the security details entirely to us; you just focus on the trades."
He genuinely wanted a front-row seat to witness the legendary Lady Oracle of the domestic market in action.
"Deal. With you tagging along, Hank, we'll feel a lot more secure."
With the business concluded, Hank felt the trip today had been well worth it. He planned to spend the rest of the evening simply kicking back and enjoying the drama.


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