Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 1232

Standing at the head of the table, Mira's commanding voice filled the room. "This requires flawless synchronization with our intelligence network, microscopic precision in timing our market entries and exits, and a ruthless psychological read on our opponents.

If they see through our bluff, even for a second, we'll walk straight into our own slaughter. The devastation would be absolute.

I will personally control the exact timing of the capital flow. Your immediate priority is to calculate the absolute lowest threshold our domestic economy can withstand regarding the exchange rate. I need to know the exact floor our core stocks can hit before the national economy suffers irreversible damage.

This data is paramount; it dictates the exact volume of capital we can safely extract during the plunge."

At that moment, an expert spoke up. "That's a simple fix. We pull out as much capital as humanly possible. If the stocks crash past the critical threshold, we just immediately inject funds to artificially bounce it back up.

As long as we hold the cash, we control the game."

Owen shook his head. "In theory, yes. But millions change hands in a fraction of a second. We can't afford to guess; we need hard, unbreakable metrics.

If we drain the market too aggressively, global investors will permanently lose faith in our core stocks, and the market will never recover.

Even if we plan to buy the dip, we must precisely identify where that absolute bottom lies."

Mira smoothly transitioned to issuing directives. "Dominic, start orchestrating the media narrative immediately. The rest of you, calculate those exact equilibrium points. I need numbers fast."

Dominic was the official representative of the federal government, but in this room, Mira held absolute supreme command.

Mira then turned her predatory gaze toward the core team. "Owen, Dean Henderson, Wesley, Ethan... you are with me. We're tracking the real-time movement of every critical stock."

A middle-aged expert suddenly voiced his unease. "Miss Mercer, this strategy borders on reckless. If even one variable goes wrong, the fallout will be catastrophic. Can you realistically shoulder that kind of responsibility?"

Mira paused, but before she could formulate a response, Dominic stepped in, his tone razor-sharp. "Miss Mercer's directives are the official directives of this government. She commands the absolute trust of the public, which means she speaks for every citizen in Mavaria.

Even if she makes an error in judgment, she bears zero personal liability."

Dominic leveled a cold stare at the older man. "Do I make myself clear, Mr. Giles?"

The conference room went dead silent.

"Execute the plan exactly as I detailed," Mira reiterated, her voice cutting through the quiet.

Her expression was dangerously composed, exuding raw dominance. Calling them 'veterans' was merely a courtesy; she absolutely refused to tolerate anyone leveraging their seniority to undermine her.

Breaking the tension, an expert named Jude Vance spoke up. "I trust Miss Mercer. Her financial track record is utterly flawless.

I'm injecting another forty thousand dollars. It's the last of my private savings, but it's going into the pot."

The man sitting next to him scoffed good-naturedly. "Jude, you were holding out on us?"

"A man's got to keep an emergency fund, right? But I just liquidated it. From this moment on, I live or die by Miss Mercer's calls."