Emotionless Trading Novels & Stories

The silence that followed Jade’s announcement was heavy, absolute, and suffocating. On the sixty-first floor, the only sound was the distant, muffled chime of the 7:00 AM market bell echoing up from the institutional trading floors below a world away from the bloodless slaughter taking place within the executive suite. The emerald-green data sheets continued their steady, relentless scroll across the thirty-foot quartzite table, illuminating the pale, frozen faces of the three London solicitors.

Ben stared at the wall of numbers as it turned from red to a color his screens had invented specifically to indicate divine accounting malpractice. "The Unhollow is attacking trust," he said. A junior clerk -- one of the reformed Rendered entities, still adjusting to having a face that did not flicker -- raised a trembling hand. "Sir, is trust a financial instrument?" Ben loosened his tie. "Everything is a financial instrument if enough idiots agree to price it." The Infinite Market's central exchange trembled around him. Stalls that sold impossible things -- bottled first kisses, retired prophecies, spare shadows, repaired childhoods -- began slamming their shutters. Traders screamed in sev

But something about his interest in this initiative… something about how he’d spoken to me… it carried implications I couldn’t yet parse. I shut down the console. Neither numbers nor predictability could answer this. And the market is painfully predictable today anyway. With nothing pressing on the initiative, I turn to trade. The stock feeds scroll across my screens in a dizzying array of candles, graphs, algorithms, and projections. I move assets, arbitrage foreign exchanges, flip derivatives and execute option trades. It is a half past one in the afternoon by the time I glance at the digital clock. Five hundred million dollars richer by breakfast. Pocket change.

20 Silver. High enough to matter. Low enough to move. He listed all twenty-two pieces in one clean action, then closed the interface without checking anything further—no refreshing, no waiting for confirmation that he’d made the right call. Because that was where people lost control: watching, reacting, adjusting too early. He stepped away from the market, not toward a vantage point to monitor the results, not toward a quiet corner to wait for notifications, but away from it entirely. The noise and movement faded behind him as he walked with the same steady pace he’d entered with.

Even the ticking of the clock seemed to slow, stretching and blurring until there was nothing but silence. Everyone was stunned by what had happened, by the fact that she had actually landed a hit on me, even though I hadn’t gone easy. They were shocked that I had lost. I was Silas. Emotionless. Cold. A man who never let his feelings get the better of him or rather, a man who relied on his mind before anything else. Before making decisions. Before reacting. Before speaking. My mind always took a few seconds to process, to deduce outcomes, to weigh options, to choose what would benefit me the most.

I've been called a heartless, emotionless, ice cold and many other names over the time and I must say those names didn't really come out of nowhere. Despite what I said about the media earlier, I must say that they were actually accurate on naming me because I was exactly that. At least one of that, for sure. Emotionless. Over the years, I've mastered the art of schooling my emotions and fixing a stoic expression on my face whenever I interact with general population. Meaning anyone out of 'Eves' list of good people'.

If you are going to choose one, then the other one has to go flying out the window or leaving through the door and since I badly needed to get rid of my emotions that just never need to my voice to attempts to control them, I went for an alternative that has thankfully never failed me nor put me to shame. It has helped me put love and friendships totally behind me, way faster than I had even thought. Once I began to master the keys to prosperity, ownership and financial success, I knew I had to get rid of that thing called emotions, because I had to make profits in every possible way, whether big or small and that is certainly unachievable if emotions are involved. You don't show compassion,

The trading floor was a scene of controlled pandemonium, a roar of voices attempting to dump a toxic asset. At 10 a.m., trading stopped. Circuit breakers, designed to prevent avoidable crashes from happening, had been triggered. The silence on the floor was more oppressive than the noise. On screens, the number hung stubbornly at a number that represented a loss of nearly forty percent of the company's available market capitalization—a multi-billion pound vanishing of wealth in hours.

"His... his neural cortex has been slaved to the high-frequency trading array. Every time the market in Geneva drops a point, the machine forces his heart to beat faster to accelerate the validation cycle. They aren't using his name... they’re using his adrenaline." "Father!" I shouted, taking a heavy, deliberate step toward the tank, my bare feet leaving wet, bloody prints on the cold granite. "Look at me! Look at what you sold to the Spire!" The man inside the glass didn't turn his head, but his clear plastic respirator tube filled with a sudden bubble of dark, carbonized blood. The surround-sound speakers mounted in the ceiling let out a sharp, static hiss before his voice returned—flat,

“What about the current trading volume? Won’t big players notice the share buybacks and push the price up too early?” I answered right away. “Volume might tick up slightly, but we keep each purchase under the reporting thresholds and spread them across multiple family-linked accounts. I checked recent market patterns and average daily trades. No sudden spikes expected if we stay disciplined. Plus, the quiet signals to analysts stay low-key. They reach serious investors who follow numbers, not headlines. That builds interest without triggering early moves or big volatility.” He nodded slowly. “And the earnings call? How do you know the market will react well without full merger details upfron