Cassidy.
Of course.
He answered, tone way too casual for the chaos he just unleashed. "Yo."
"Boss—what the hell did you just drop into Infinity Holdings?" Her voice was tight, and behind it he could hear the scrambling of her team, a few shocked gasps and keyboards frantically being abused.
He chuckled. "Just a little fuel for the engine."
"That's not fuel, that's a fucking war chest! Are you trying to break banking algorithms?"
"Honey, no question today. I need you to buy Divine Fitness," he said smoothly. "Full purchase. All of it. Price it at $120 billion exactly."
She went quiet for half a second. "Wait. Wait, there's a process for that. We'd have to go through three global bodies, shareholder meetings, board votes, regulatory clearance—"
"Cass," he said, calm like gravity. "Try it. Right now. Skip the process. Just hit buy. And wait for the magic."
She hesitated.
Then he heard the clicks.
Click-click.
