The change didn't take long.
It never did.
Franko knew exactly when it would happen.
And now…
It was happening.
The Signal
His phone buzzed.
Once.
Then again.
Notifications.
Updates.
Numbers changing.
Franko picked it up slowly.
No rush.
No excitement.
Just certainty.
He opened the screen.
And there it was.
Virex Holdings — Rising
His lips curved slightly.
"Right on time," he said.
The Surge Begins
The numbers kept moving.
Up.
Higher.
Faster.
What was ignored yesterday…
Was now gaining attention.
Small investors rushing in.
Late.
As always.
The Difference
They were reacting.
Franko had already acted.
That was the difference.
That was why he would always be ahead.
Inside the Office
At the investment office, tension filled the air.
People moved faster.
Voices sharper.
"Check that again!"
"Why is it rising this fast?"
"Who invested early?"
Confusion.
Noise.
Opportunity.
The man who handled Franko's transaction stared at the screen.
Then at the records.
Then back at the screen.
"…That guy," he muttered.
Franko.
Returning Calmly
Franko walked in like nothing had changed.
Same calm steps.
Same quiet presence.
But this time…
People noticed.
Eyes turned.
Whispers followed.
"That's him…"
"He invested early…"
"How did he know?"
Franko ignored all of it.
He walked straight to the desk.
"I'm here to withdraw," he said.
Shock
The man looked at him.
Still trying to understand.
"You're pulling out now?" he asked.
Franko nodded.
"Yes."
"But it's still rising—"
"And it will drop," Franko cut in.
Silence.
The man hesitated.
Then processed the request.
Minutes later…
The numbers were finalized.
And when he saw the total—
He froze.
"…This is—" he started.
Franko didn't wait.
He already knew.
First Real Gain
The money placed before him was no longer small.
Not huge.
But significant.
A clear jump.
A real step forward.
Franko picked it up calmly.
"This is just the beginning," he said.
Respect Begins
The man looked at him differently now.
Not as a random client.
But as someone…
Dangerous.
"How did you know?" he asked quietly.
Franko paused.
Then gave a faint smile.
"I don't guess," he replied.
And walked away.
The Fall Comes
Behind him—
The screen changed.
The numbers started dropping.
Fast.
Panic spread.
"What's happening?!"
"It's crashing!"
"Pull out!"
Too late.
Franko didn't look back.
He didn't need to.
Walking With Power
Outside, the city felt different again.
Not because it changed.
But because now…
Franko had momentum.
Money.
Control.
And something more.
Reputation.
"They've started noticing," he said quietly.
Good.
Let them.
Still Rising
He stopped for a moment.
Looked ahead.
Eyes calm.
Sharp.
Focused.
"This time…"
His voice dropped slightly.
"I won't stop."
Not for anyone.
Not for anything.
End of Chapter 6.