Somewhere in the Matthews estate; Adrian stood by the window in his private room, his suit jacket discarded on a leather armchair and his tie loosened, it hung limply around his neck. His shirtsleeves were rolled up, revealing his tensed forearms as he gripped the edge of his mahogany desk.
"There’s nothing there Arthur!" Adrian shouted into his headset. "It isn't coming from the major firms. Someone is shorting us from the inside of the Singapore routing. If I find out who leaked the encryption protocols, I’ll bury them."
He listened for a moment, his jaw tightened. "I don't care about the wedding PR right now! If the stock drops another four points, there won't be a company left to merge. Just... just get the legal team on it."
He pulled the headset off and slammed it onto the desk. A
