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CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT: THE AFTERMATH
Author: Ben Louis
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The sun was rising over San Francisco by the time Alex made it back to his penthouse. Vincent was waiting with coffee and a grim expression.

"Stock market opens in thirty minutes," Vincent said without preamble. "We need to make a decision."

Alex collapsed onto the couch, exhausted. "What are our options?"

"Limited. Marcus's transactions executed while we were at the estate. The short positions activated, the loans were called, the media stories published. We're looking at a coordinated attack across every financial front."

"How bad?"

"Pre-market trading has us down thirty-two percent. If that holds when the bell rings, we're looking at a death spiral. Margin calls, credit downgrades, investor panic."

Alex closed his eyes. They'd captured Marcus, but he'd still won. The damage was done.

"There is one possibility," Vincent said carefully. "A white knight."

"Who?"

"Adrian's hedge fund. If he liquidates his entire portfolio and combines it with emergency loans, he could inject enough cap
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    Rodriguez drove them back to San Francisco, the bridge traffic starting to pick up with early commuters heading to work."What happens now?" Rodriguez asked."Now we face the consequences," Alex said. "Tomorrow's press conference will be just the beginning. There will be investigations, lawsuits, criminal trials. The company will take massive hits. Some board members will resign. Some clients will leave. It's going to be ugly.""But necessary," Adrian added."But necessary," Alex agreed.Rodriguez dropped them at Castellano Industries headquarters. The building looked the same as it always had, gleaming glass and steel, a monument to corporate success. But Alex saw it differently now. It wasn't just a building representing achievement. It was also a monument to stolen dreams and buried crimes.Vincent was already in the conference room when they arrived, despite the early hour. He had coffee brewing and documents spread across the table."I've drafted three versions of tomorrow's stat

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