Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 1102

Over on Wall Street, the Siamese Baht exchange rate continued its downward slide for four consecutive days, though thankfully the margins were minor.

It meant the financial syndicates were aggressively pumping in capital, manipulating market sentiment. Just before the market closed on the fourth day, the rate hovered right around Mira's initial entry point.

Mira issued a decisive order. "Add to the position. Go all in. Same leverage as before."

"Maxing out?" James Barlow asked, hesitant. "Aren't you worried it'll keep tanking?" The potential for massive profit was there, but the risk was astronomical. If the Siamese Baht continued to drop or outright plummeted, they wouldn't have a single dime left to cover their margins.

"They've hit their absolute floor, James," Mira drawled. The man's endless second-guessing meant she constantly had to explain herself. James stared at her, skepticism written all over his face.

"Buddy, you can't go wrong listening to Mira," Hank Whitlock said, shooting James a look.

"How old are you, exactly, calling a junior alumni 'Mira' with such reverence?" Wesley Langdon gave Hank a weird look. "Does that mean you're going to start calling me your boss? Or calling Owen your brother-in-law?"

Hank shot him a fierce glare. "Piss off. Showing Miss Mercer respect is just good manners. Who the hell are you? You wouldn't even qualify to fetch my coffee!"

"Who wants to fetch your coffee? I'm going to be working directly under Boss Mercer," Wesley declared proudly.

Harvey whispered to Mira, "I never expected this trip would win Wesley over so completely." There was no denying Wesley was a brilliant talent.

Mira considered it. "An unexpected bonus, for sure."

Otherwise, with Wesley's rebellious streak, he might never have agreed to join Solflare Capital. Or rather, Solflare National Bank now. Knowing Felix Grant's ruthless efficiency, the paperwork was probably already finalized.

Though James harbored doubts, their past successes convinced him to instruct his assistant to execute the trade.

The moment Mira's team dumped the other half of their capital into the market, the Siamese Baht's exchange rate spiked, incredibly hitting its daily upward limit before the bell rang!

James was so thrilled he spun around the private suite, throwing his arms wide to hug Mira. Owen smoothly stepped in and blocked him.

"Mr. Barlow, we Mavarians aren't really big on that kind of greeting."

"You aren't? Can I kiss her cheek then?"

"Absolutely not. A handshake is perfectly sufficient for professional courtesy," Owen replied, extending a firm hand as a demonstration.

Deflated, James settled for a brisk handshake with Mira.

"Man, you're just jealous, aren't you? Hugging is perfectly normal for Westerners," Hank observed, eyeing Owen in amusement.

"You said it yourself, it's Western etiquette. We don't roll like that," Owen shot back.