Rain lashed against the glass curtain wall of the Su Group headquarters, like countless silver needles piercing Lin Mo’s reflection. He stared at the crimson countdown on his computer screen: [Ultimate Mission: 71:59:42]. The System Spirit’s virtual projection hovered over his desk, blue data streams swirling around its frame.
"A one-billion hedge fund in seventy-two hours," the Spirit remarked, tapping a virtual coffee cup with a pen. "That’s like asking you to cross the Pacific Ocean in a paper boat."
Lin Mo loosened his tie, his throat bobbing. The vibration from when Su Zhiyuan had slammed the door an hour ago seemed to still hang in the air; the manila envelope containing all his equity transfer agreements lay at the bottom of the trash can.
Chapter 19