The stock is dropping again," Lewis said, worry tightening his throat as he stared at the screen.
"What?" Cassandra spun around from the mirror, eyes narrowing.
Lewis didn't answer immediately. His jaw clenched as he looked at his phone, and then it buzzed violently in his hand. A call. His eyes widened when he saw the name.
"Damn," he muttered under his breath, then swiped to answer.
"Mr. Jenkins, what are we seeing? The stocks are dropping again. Didn't this just happen last month?" The shareholder's voice blared out—tight, furious, and quivering with panic.
Lewis shut his eyes for a second. "Yes… I saw it."
"That's all you have to say?" the man snapped. "You saw it? Mr. Lewis, this is our money you're playing with!"
Lewis inhaled sharply through his nose to stop himself from barking back. His head was pounding already. "Yes, and I'm going to come up with a solution. Don't worry."
