Chapter 15
As soon as he got to work Monday morning—and after assuring his employees that yes, he really hadn’t run away to a deserted island to live in seclusion with a lover—Ky checked on the various Hammar stocks. Their value had already begun to diminish, down by one point twenty-four percent overall. An hour later, they were down at least another two percent, if not more.
Marsham must be having kittens right now. If this keeps up, within the week Hammar’s stock certificates won’t be worth the paper they’re printed on, and he’ll be in full damage control mode.
He hoped that would happen, as it would keep Marsham’s mind off Cole.
That evening, when Cole arrived home from work, Ky told him the good news. “Between them, they down over ten percentage points when I left the office.”
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