“Monroe shares are in freefall."
The voice echoed from the television screen mounted in the Darley penthouse study. Flora stood frozen, one hand clenched around a teacup. The anchor's voice didn't waver.
“Industry experts speculate deliberate shorting activity. Over forty percent of Monroe Industries' value wiped out in two trading days."
Flora's stomach churned. “This has to be a mistake. Someone's manipulating the market."
Jonathan didn't look up from his laptop. “It's not my concern."
Flora turned to him. “You own twelve percent of Monroe stock!"
He didn't blink. “Which I've placed in a blind trust. I'm legally not involved."
“You're *morally* involved. That's my family."
Jonathan's gaze flicked up. “Your family signed that trust over to you. You're the public face now."
“And y
