Jace’s voice was a calm, authoritative buzz in the spacious office, as he addressed his international investors through the huge monitor. “The dip was always anticipated, gentlemen. It is a market correction, not a crisis. We are using it to secure our position. The panic sellers are simply finding our future acquisitions.”
Suddenly, the door to his office swung open without a knock, and Marcus Foster stood there, with a feigned concern on his face.
Jace did not flinch. He simply held up a single finger to his cousin, with his eyes fixed firmly on the screen. “If you will excuse me for one moment. The market in Tokyo seems to require my immediate attention.” He muted the call and said calmly, “This is a private conference, Marcus. It had better be urgent.”
Marcus strolled in as if he ow
