The silence of the Zenith's office was heavy, broken only by the faint, distant rush of the terrace waterfall. Jake sat before his laptop, the cooling fans whirring softly as he stared at the glowing charts of the New York Stock Exchange.
This felt different from his Gold sessions. When he traded Gold, he was a predator in a sprint, guided by a supernatural instinct that made every move feel like a preordained victory. This, however, was a marathon. He was trading without his "cheat code," relying purely on the hours of research and the fundamental analysis he'd been grinding through while the rest of the world slept.
