"Toby, what is our liquid cash status outside of Vance's brokerage?"
Toby looked up from his half-eaten bowl of cereal, a spoonful of generic cornflakes hovering near his mouth. The glow of the morning sun barely penetrated the grimy dorm window.
"Liquid cash?" Toby mumbled, chewing slowly. "You mean, like, actual money in our wallets?"
"Yes," Grayson said, pacing the narrow space between their beds. His eyes were fixed on the shimmering blue interface of the Oracle Terminal, invisible to Toby. "Capital that isn't tied up in the T-plus-three clearing process from the AuraMed trade."
"Gray, we literally just made over a million bucks on paper yesterday," Toby pointed out, setting his spoon down. "Uncle Ray said the funds will settle and hit our new corporate account by Friday morning. W
