Trading Yesterday Shattered Novels & Stories

"Mr. and Mrs. Fairfield, I'm sorry! I love Michelle with all my heart! I really hope that she can come back to me! I'm willing to exchange my life for hers! "What's the use of having a third-class merit? I just want Michelle to be back!"

Now it was too painful. A loud 'crash' reverberated through the room and my head jerked up instinctively. Nathan stood in the center of a hole in the glass-line. -

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.

I breathed as I quickly wiped off the few tears that had rolled down my cheeks. She brushed in with her tablet in hand and she rushed to my side, breathing heavily. “Ma’am, we are in trouble. Our shares are falling drastically and at this rate, it’ll take only a few hours for us to be faced with a major debt, one that we might not recover from.” With scared eyes, I watched the charts she was showing me and truly, all my months of hard work were crumbling right in front of me and there was nothing I could possibly do about it.

I still don't understand everything and it is still not sinking in. "I have a limited time to be with you . As the time passes by you will be moving forward while I'm moving backwards. Time will come I'll leave and probably won't see you again. If this was a dream , I don't want to wake up again. I wish to be with you my whole life." Then suddenly sadness drawn on her face. "I may not be able to remember anything that had happened this past few days, but I will still try my best." Then she stands up. She look at me smiling again.

"Nice speech... too bad it won't save you. Oh, and if you hoped that your tablet would send a signal for help, don't hold your breath. I have a scrambler covering this place ten miles in each direction." My final failure... but I'd tried. I had done my best. As my eyes closed, too heavy to hold them open, I could only hope that history would judge me kindly. Assuming there was anyone left to write it. I heard a shot, but this time, nothing else hurt. I wanted to look, but I couldn't move. Something landed on me... something heavy. The crowd erupted, some people screamed, there were more gunshots. Then I heard an enormous crashing noise, like a massive boulder erupting through the roof over o

“Good. Let them sweat it out for a while before we question them.” Jake looked at the stocks at the closing of the day. The attack happened right before the bell sounded for the end of trading. The sudden shorting of stocks was too much, and the team could not counter in time and dropped the stock below the market. It was causing a frenzy in social media and financial news networks.

At this point, another voice was heard. "What's the matter? What the hell is going on? Wasn't the Yoker Trading Group purchased by Star International already? Why are the stocks still falling? That would be 40 million! 40 million! If I let it go now, I will end up with nothing! You have to look out for me! Scarlett suddenly came to her senses and shook her head, "Did I mishear anything as I was out of my mind just now?" After doing some calculations, she guessed her father must have staked all the money he had and the money he earned last time on this stock. Last time, they made a great fortune overnight!

Damien Shaw There’s an old adage that bad things come in threes, and if I wasn’t so scornful of superstitions, I might’ve believed it after this shit show of a day. First, the little scandal with Kia. Those hungry reporters will take anything for a scoop. Secondly, a ridiculous tech malfunction reset our email and calendar systems this morning, and we’d spent hours getting everything back in order. Then, one of my top traders quit because he’s “burned out” and “found his true calling” as a fucking yoga teacher, of all things.

Marcus followed her, his protective gaze hovering over her like a shadow. As the boardroom doors closed behind them, the massive monitor on the wall flashed one final time. VNCE: Trading Suspended. I sank to the floor, my hands gripping my hair as the room filled with the shouting of panicked investors. The empire was gone. My status was gone. And as the cold realization of my absolute ruin washed over me, all I could see was the diamond I had so blindly thrown away.