Tempting Playboy
Vance Global’s ticker was pulsing green, up fourteen percent in the first twenty minutes of trading.
Gia didn't look at the screens. She stood against the edge of a heavy glass conference desk, her dark grey suit jacket unbuttoned, her white silk shirt damp at the throat where her rain-soaked collar had bled moisture onto her skin. Her dark hair was starting to loosen from its tight coil, dark wisps sticking to the side of her neck.
Her tablet sat flat on the glass, its screen split into twin encrypted windows: the BaFin press clearance on the left, and an unsubmitted SEC Form 8-K on the right.