Broderick sat in his office, eyes fixed on the email in front of him.
That guy sent screenshots every single time.
No greeting, no explanation-just one line: "Trust me, follow my lead."
The timestamps were always different.
Today's email had landed around 9 a.m. Same old pattern. Some of the stocks in the screenshot he'd bought before, some not.
Broderick paused for a second, then picked up his phone and made a call.
"Put another hundred million into NS. I'll text you the other stocks-adjust the investment based on assets."
A shocked voice came through.
"Mr. Ackerley, are you serious?"
Everyone knew Broderick never acted on impulse. Risking everything on one basket? Not his style.
"I'm serious. Just do it."
"Understood."
Broderick hung up, lips curving
