Noah Steele studied the battlefield as it descended further into chaos, his gaze calm and calculating.
By his estimate, Fat Pig and his allies had already poured more than two hundred million into the fight. That was nearly the absolute limit of what they could mobilize. Their reserves were thin. Their options, exhausted.
It should have been time to close the net.
Noah’s fingers hovered over the keyboard. Every trap had already been laid. The enemy had stepped neatly into them—almost entirely. Only half a head remained above the water. One press of the Enter key, and the so-called Three Major Companies would be nothing more than a footnote in yesterday’s financial news.
His finger twitched.
Then he stopped.
After a brief pause, Noah withdrew his hand. His eyes narrowed slightly, a ne
