Risk It 소설 & 이야기

"I just opened my F******k account and saw Rhea posted a photo of her and Caesar together." "You're friends with her on F******k?" "She added me after telling me she likes Caesar. And I accepted her friend request." "And she posted a photo of her and Caesar?" As an answer, I nodded. "Is she not afraid of causing a commotion? Isn't she well-liked at your school? A picture of her with Caesar on your school's website will make headlines." "Probably." "Damn! She's bold!" She truly is. I agreed quietly.

If only he could just understand. “You think that she will stand out like a sore thumb.” He read my thoughts. “Among other things,” I said aloud this time. “But can you not deny that it would potentially aid in saving her life?” He posed the question. I leaned against the wall. “Maybe…but maybe not.” Thinking about this taboo subject once again made my brain fritz over. “I don’t-whose to say that it won’t kill her? It seems that you are insistent on forgetting that risk! The biggest risk out of them all. You've neglected to mention it now and every other time before when you’ve brought this up!” I pressed impatiently. “In my not doing anything, at least she’d have a greater chance of-”

Christian countered, concern etched into his features. Ryke sighed, the weight of the decision heavy on his shoulders. “It's a risk, I know. But right now, we're stuck. I need funding, Christian, and this might be the only way to secure it.” Christian leaned forward, his voice lowering. “This could ruin everything you’ve manage to build. If it goes south, it won't just be about funding; it'll be about your reputation, the company's reputation.” “I'm aware of the risks,” Ryke admitted, frustration simmering beneath his controlled exterior. “But there's potential here. We can't ignore that.”

Chapter 9: What if you lose? "Do you agree, Rita? Are you willing to risk your position for your beliefs?" Fabrice inquired, his eyes squinting. Stunned , Rita blinked severally at his words. The words replayed in her head for sometime. It was an opportunity she could not let it slip out of her hand. She inquired, "But what if I was right? What will I get in return? Or would I get to keep my position? That doesn't seem exciting."

“Seriously, though, I know you. You’re so good at what you do. You gave me a challenge for top grades in financial theory, I remember.” “Yeah, yeah. But the real world—it’s different. It’s not the easy right-or-wrong of an exam.” “I hear you there,” Raven said. “I’m down risk management right now. At—“ Suddenly, she had a deep, absurd sense of foreboding—or perhaps not SO absurd. Was it wise to say Sinclair and Associates aloud, in public? Was there someone watching her? But Tatum hadn’t caught the last word or the suspicious break off, rocketing ahead.

she asked, her pen ready to write. I crossed my arms, thinking about how to respond. “We’re focusing on expanding into new markets. We want to reach more clients and grow our investments,” I said, keeping my tone neutral. “Why are you doing that?” she asked, looking closely at me. “Isn’t it risky?” “It’s business, Raleigh. Everything has risks,” I replied, feeling a little annoyed. “If you want to succeed, you have to take risks.” She jotted something down but didn’t look satisfied. “But what if it fails? Isn’t that a big worry for you?”

"I want to see the risk assessment, Stanley. Get me everything. I need to know what we're up against." Stanley nodded, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he pulled up the risk assessment report. "Okay, Ava, here's the breakdown. We've identified several potential risks, including market fluctuations, regulatory hurdles, and cultural integration challenges." Ava's eyes scanned the report, her expression intent. "What's the mitigation strategy for each of these risks?"

She had very little to lose now, so risks were acceptable. Well. Calculated risks. And as a potential one-night-stand, an MC guy had too many unknown factors attached, too many questionable activities, too much history. That made a guy like that an incalculable risk and therefore, unacceptable. Wild beard and inked body be damned.

Somewhere out there, untouched by consequence, the culprit carried on. Still watching and still waiting. Here it gets risky. That moment stands out. Everything shifts then. The risk shows up clearly. Danger becomes real right there. Fingers from their last move still tingled in the air.

Scarlet followed, her irritation simmering just beneath the surface now, her earlier embarrassment giving way to something else. Inside his office, he didn’t offer her a seat. “I want you to revise the compliance summary,” he said, already moving toward his desk. “Include the additional jurisdictional risk analysis. I want it on my desk by the end of the day. ” Her eyes widened. “That wasn’t scheduled.” “It is now.” She exhaled slowly through her nose. “I already have…” “Red,” he said, turning to face her fully. “Do you want to continue this conversation?”