Emotionless Trading Novels & Stories

Fifteen minutes into the morning session, the conglomerate’s credit defenses were meant to crumble. Triggering global retail panic. The stock price plummeted at a ninety-degree freefall. Within two minutes, the stock triggered NASDAQ’s Level 1 circuit breaker. Trading was forcibly halted. The main trading floor erupted. Suit-clad top traders tore off their ties. The leading fund manager uncorked a bottle of Louis XIII cognac, splashing the crystal liquid over the blood-red data terminals. While chaos engulfed Wall Street, Alexander calmly typed bio-commands into the tactical terminal.

His ice-blue eyes were dark, tracking her expressive hand gestures with a look of cold, calculating detachment. "I am a pragmatic man, Miss Thorne," he said, his low voice precise and stripped of any emotional filler. "This arrangement is purely transactional. My first marriage was a cold, politically mandated arrangement that ended in a tragic accident. I spent years carrying the guilt of that loveless union, believing my own emotional distance caused the tragedy. I have zero intention of repeating history, nor do I have the patience for emotional outbursts or domestic unpredictability. The rules are designed to ensure absolute security for both of our assets."