Chapter 502: The Wrath of God

The storm did not arrive with the roar of thunder or the flash of lightning. It came silently, through fiber optic cables and satellite signals, a digital tsunami that crashed upon the shores of the Looske Group at precisely 9:31 AM, one minute after the stock market opened. Clare was in the middle of her executive morning briefing when her assistant, trembling, burst into the conference room, ignoring all protocol. "Ms. Looske... the market... it's a bloodbath!" On the massive screen that...