Trading Places Quotes Novels & Stories

Cassian didn’t break stride as he murmured, "First rule. Never step on the spoon shadows. They mark power hierarchies." Beyond the lobby, the trading floor roared—a cathedral of chaos where dozens of screens flashed global markets and analysts shouted in six languages. The air hung thick with espresso and adrenaline. Cassian finally glanced at the frenzy, nodding toward a trader frantically adjusting a vintage pocket watch. "We trade in time," he said. "Oil futures, rare manuscripts, even heirloom roses. If it has value, we price it."

Surely he hadn't heard it right. "I said, strip." Katsuki repeated. "I need to check the goods, don't you think?" He said and Izuku gasped. "No! I'm not merchandise!" The greenette exclaimed, taking offense. Katsuki amusingly snorted in response. People never dared talking back to him, they were way too scared of him to do so. Seeing this tiny omega having the courage to do it certainly was interesting. "You're not? You do realize your realm traded you, right?" He asked and Izuku was about to retort, before realizing he couldn't deny such comments. He had been given to the Crimson King in exchange of the promise his people would not be killed.

The morning sun rose over the city like a cold piece of brass, its pale yellow light cutting through the heavy gray smog but offering absolutely no warmth. Down on the trading floor of the central stock exchange, the atmosphere was a scene of absolute chaos. Hundreds of traders in crumpled blue jackets were screaming over the noise of the sirens, their hands waving frantically in the air as the massive digital display wall flashed a single, terrifying word in bright red text: HAYES GROUP LIQUIDATION.