The silence that settled over the 45th floor after Rob Kingsley left was heavy, but it was a productive kind of quiet. The kind that follows a massive piece of a puzzle finally clicking into place.
Jake didn't sit back down immediately. He walked over to the massive perimeter window, looking out at the sprawling financial district of the city. He tapped his fingers against the glass, his mind executing calculations.
"Alice," Jake said, keeping his eyes on the skyline. "What's our current balance with Sterling International Bank right now. I need the post-wire ledger."
Alice's stylus tapped rapidly against her tablet screen, the soft plastic clicks echoing slightly in the vast, half-empty room. "Alright, looking at the primary balance. We had 31.8 billion marks in that trading account. After the 20 billion wire cleared this morning to buy the deed for this building, we are sitting at exactly 11.8 billion marks in liquid cash."
"Eleven point eight billion," Jake repeated.
