A Fake Banking App

The executives abandoned their fear of Cross Capital, surging toward Jude and Victoria.

In the cutthroat world of foreign trade, immediate liquid capital was king...

A firm that could drop two hundred million dollars in cash on a Tuesday morning was a financial deity. 

"Mr. Lawson! Please, review my prospectus!" 

"Sir, my logistics firm can absorb fifty million right now!" 

"Mr. Lawson, over here!"

Damian was shoved aside by a desperate tech CEO. He stumbled back, panic washing over him.

If this mysterious billionaire actually injected two hundred million dollars into the market today, Cross Capital's influence over these companies would evaporate overnight. 

"You think you can outspend my family?" Damian snarled, pulling his phone from his suit.

He marched to the corner of the atrium, furiously dialing his father, the CEO of Cross Capital. He needed the board to authorize an emergency war chest, right this second.