Thanks for all the Golden Tickets. Here's a bonus chapter...
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Down at Table Nine, the conversation remained entirely grounded, unaffected by the whispers echoing across the room.
"I wanted to see the country's youngest billionaire for myself," Spencer said, chuckling as a waiter poured him a fresh glass of water. "Veyra's markets have been stagnant for a decade. Legacy monopolies tend to breed laziness. What you did with signals and the liquid capital injections this week... it woke a lot of people up."
"The market needed a pulse, Mr. President," Jake said, his expression calm. He didn't lean in, nor did he overcompensate with deference. He spoke to Spencer as an equal power, a detail that didn't escape the President's sharp eyes.
