Chapter Eleven
Every muscle in Greyson’s back cramped from humping over
the desk all night. She’d spent the day staring at a computer screen, running
the numbers on a stock acquisition that had tanked the moment it went public.
Thanks to all the media hype, the tech company had not only underperformed, but
its initial public offering was below the predicted price and had dropped even
more by the close of business. She wished the little bastards running the tech
company had just kept their ideas to themselves, but they’d leaked their intent
to sell stocks, and the vultures of finance had swooped in and picked the bones
clean before anyone else could buy. Now they were pissed at the twenty-dollar
drop from their initial investment. So it was with the stock market: Don’t
gamble mon
