Jake leaned back in his executive chair, the gentle hum of the boardroom's ventilation system the only sound in the room. On his laptop screen, the secure banking portal remained open, the digits of his balance staring back at him with absolute certainty: 10,015,000,000 Veyra Marks.
Ten billion marks. He had started the afternoon with less than half of that.
'At this rate,' Jake thought, his fingers lightly tapping the edge of the polished mahogany desk, 'by tomorrow or Wednesday at the latest, the capital pool will clear twenty billion. The moment it hits that threshold, I can confidently move on with the acquisition for the Apex Plaza building.'
