At Sterling International, Silas Thorne suddenly leaned over his terminal, his eyes narrowing as a massive new bid order registered on the main exchange.
"Mr. Rivers! A fresh liquidity block just hit their buy-wall," Silas reported, calling up the transaction footprint. "It's not offshore Sheele money this time. The routing origin is NEG's central corporate reserve account. Richard Newman just dumped his company's entire internal cash reserve—one billion marks—straight onto the line."
A few quantitative traders on the floor paused, exchanging surprised glances. Pushing an entire company's operational cash reserves onto a live trading floor to defend a plummeting share price was the ultimate act of desperation. It was a suicide gamble.
Jake stood by the glass window of the master desk, looking down at the red and green tickers cascading across the main screen. A thin, cold smile curled on his lips.
