Money moved with a deceptive lack of fanfare when it finally knew its destination.
The transfer confirmation appeared on Jake's screen less than a minute after he pressed the final button, the soft chime of the notification sounding almost absurdly understated given the life-altering weight of the figure involved.
Transfer Completed – 50,000,000 VM.
Jake stared at the glowing text for a long heartbeat before locking the device and setting it face-down on the desk.
Golden Investments was no longer a theoretical exercise or a collection of half-formed plans etched into a legal notepad; it was a living entity, baptized in capital and ready to move.
He leaned back in his chair, his eyes drifting to the wide window where the late afternoon sky hung over Aurelia City in a shroud of pale, bruised blue. The sunlight fractured against the towers of the financial district, turning the skyline into a jagged landscape of chrome and fire.
