I slowly opened the door with trembling hands.
An elderly gentleman in a suit stood alone outside.
Just one person?
At least this wasn’t following the scenario.
So it wasn’t twenty years in prison.
A sigh of relief slipped out of me.
“Who are you?
I’m Luke.”
“Ah, well…
This isn’t really the kind of conversation we should have at the door.
Would you mind if we spoke inside?
I think this may take a while.”
“Of course.
Please come in.”
I led the elderly man to the table in the living room.
After we sat down, I couldn’t help but wonder who he was.
“May I ask who you are…
and why you’ve come to see me?”
“My name is Niall McCormick Clair of William Investment Company.
I took a closer look at your ATI investment.
And I must say…
I was genuinely surprised.
Large investment firms, and mid-sized firms like ours, operate based on information.
Even so, we took a significant hit when ATI was delisted. Read this novel at g.com for the best experience.
But you—a retail investor—traded as if you already knew something.
Now, don’t misunderstand me.
I’m not saying you’re part of a stock manipulation group.
We found no signs of that whatsoever.”
“Mr.
Clair, what exactly are you trying to tell me?”
“I’ll be direct.
Would you be interested in working with us?
I can guarantee you an annual salary of two million dollars.
Naturally, performance incentives would be separate.”
A guaranteed salary of two million dollars a year.
Plus incentives.
Wow.
Am I dreaming?
“Mr.
Clair…
What exactly about me led you to make such an offer?
I’m not a professional investor.
I’ve never received any formal training either…”
Those things become apparent when you examine your trading records.
Even I believe this is something close to a gamble.
But I’m a man who trusts indicators more than intuition.
That’s why I’m making this offer.”
“Mr.
Clair, this is all so sudden.
Would it be alright if I gave you my answer tomorrow?”
“Haha.
You’re more cautious than I expected.
Good, Mr.
Luke.
For an investor, that caution can be a weapon.
Let’s do that.
Once you’ve made your decision, come see me here.
Just call beforehand, and I’ll inform my secretary.”
I accepted his business card and nodded.
“Yes.
If I make a decision, I’ll be sure to do that.”
All right, Room of Choices.
Call me already.
Let me live through it first— so I can find out what I should do.