In Jake's office, the dial tone hummed softly through the Bluetooth earpiece as he leaned back, his eyes still anchored to the glass facade of Apex Plaza towering in the distance. The exhaustion from his eye ability was a familiar, heavy ache behind his temple, but the momentum of a thirty-one billion mark balance wouldn't let him rest.
The line clicked.
"Mr. Rivers," Alice's voice came through, crisp and immediately professional. "I was just reviewing the updated asset registries. I take it the afternoon session with Sterling International went well?"
"Better than well," Jake said, his voice level. "The capital is secured. I need you to reach out to the management firm handling Apex Plaza. Let's get the meeting with the owner arranged. I'm ready to buy the building."
