The meeting came to an end faster than Mirena would have liked.
She walked out of the conference room with Morgan’s words echoing relentlessly in her head.
An impact in the stock market, enough to make hundreds of millions…. Huh?
She didn’t slow her steps, but her mind was already racing—calculations stacking on calculations, possibilities unfolding like branching paths in a game she’d been born to play.
To her, the market wasn’t just numbers and charts. Eleanor had taught her that it was psychology, fear, greed and timing.
All of which you need to master in order to make the desired impact. All which she needs to utilize right now.
“Ah,” she muttered.
Behind her, Alexander’s footsteps followed at an unhurried pace.
“Already contemplating defeat, Rena?” he asked c
