Chapter 207: Did He Forget?

Chapter 207: Chapter 207: Did He Forget?

The quiet pulse of the early Thursday morning air inside Apex Plaza was a stark contrast to the frenzy gripping the rest of Veyra.

While millions of retail traders glued themselves to their screens, frantically refreshing Jake’s LOOP page for the promised "rain," the man himself sat back in his executive leather chair. A steaming cup of black coffee rested beside his open laptop.

Jake pulled the device closer and opened his secure, encrypted trading portal. The screen flickered, loading the high-frequency tick chart for XAUUSD spot gold.

2,342.10.

The price action was coiled like a steel spring. Following the VFRB clearance and the viral overnight social media storm, global liquidity had pooled into a tight, volatile range ahead of the European session.

Jake currently had exactly 22.8 billion marks sitting liquid in Golden Investments’ institutional sub-account at Sterling International Bank. It was a staggering fortune, but to extract the maximum yield from this specific market setup, he needed to deploy Sterling’s primary liquidity vaults using their prime brokerage leverage.

Jake leaned forward, resting his elbows on the polished desk, and fixed his gaze on the flickering candles. ’Let’s see where the traps are buried.’

Almost instantly, a familiar, dull pulse throbbed deep behind his left eye. The physical room seemed to quiet down, the ambient hum of the office building fading into background static.

On the screen, the chaotic jitter of red and green candles transformed. The visual noise of institutional algorithms and retail volume stripped away. Brilliant, translucent golden vectors materialized across the display, slicing through the empty chart space with absolute clarity.

It was a complete mapping of order flow and market psychology.

Jake watched as the visual lines projected the immediate future. The market wasn’t going to collapse right out of the gate, as the retail consensus assumed. First, the institutional liquidity providers were going to push a sharp, aggressive rally upward—a classic hunt designed to clear out early short-sellers and test the previous daily high, forming a textbook double top.

Once that secondary high was established and late-chasing buyers were thoroughly trapped at the peak, the market would break violently in the opposite direction, plunging into a deep, unforgiving sell-off. ’A 23-pip surge to trap the late buyers, followed by a 61-pip collapse into the lower liquidity pools.’

Jake’s fingers flew across his keyboard. He didn’t hesitate or second-guess the projected path. He mapped out two distinct, chronological execution slips, defining the exact entry coordinates, risk boundaries, and volume allocations.

He attached the encrypted file to a high-priority transmission link and routed it straight to Silas Thorne’s secure desk terminal at Sterling International Bank.

Inside the private institutional trading room on the top floor of Sterling International Bank, the atmosphere was suffocatingly tense.

Seven elite execution traders sat in a semi-circle around a massive wall of multi-asset monitors. At the center stood Silas Thorne, his arms crossed tightly against his tailored suit, his eyes locked on the primary terminal.

A sharp, high-pitched double chime echoed from Silas’s central console. The red priority banner flashed across every screen on the floor.

"Data packet received!" the lead executioner yelled, hitting his spacebar to decrypt the file. "It’s from Rivers! The slips are populating the master matrix!"

Silas stepped up to the main display as the parameters rendered in crisp white text.

"Check the client’s current capital balance," Silas commanded, his voice steady despite the rapid pounding in his chest.

"Balance confirmed: 22,800,000,000 marks," the risk officer reported, his eyes scanning the account ledger. "He has instructed us to deploy tier-one prime brokerage leverage at 1:100. That opens up a total available buying power of 2.28 trillion marks."

A few traders exchanged quick, wide-eyed glances. Two point two eight trillion marks.

"Look at the entry structure, Silas," the head analyst whispered, tapping a finger against his screen. "He’s taking two separate legs. Slip 1 is a long position—buying into the current consolidation to target a 23-pip move straight up to 2,345.50. Slip 2 is a massive short reversal at the exact double top, targeting a 61-pip plunge down to 2,339.40."

Silas didn’t hesitate. "Load the allocations. We execute every coordinate to the letter."

While Silas called out orders, the junior executioner sitting on the left end of the desk quietly opened a secondary, private trading tab on his secondary monitor. His heart hammered against his ribs as he looked over his shoulder. Silas was focused on the primary wall display.

’I watched him make billions before,’ the junior trader thought, his hand trembling slightly as he pulled up his personal micro-brokerage account. ’If the Gold King says gold is going long first, I’m putting my entire savings on it.’

He wasn’t the only one. Two other analysts on the desk quietly mirrored the entry parameters on their private mobile devices beneath the edge of their desks. They didn’t just trust the math—they believed in the man behind it.

"Spot gold ticking at 2,343.10... 2,343.15..." the head analyst announced. "Approaching Slip 1 entry trigger!"

"Slip 1 parameters," Silas called out, his voice cutting through the tension. "We are deploying a 1,000,000 standard lot block on the initial long entry. Pip value is 100,000,000 marks per point!"

"Spot at 2,343.20! Entry line touched!"

Click.

"Tranche filled!" the lead executioner shouted. "One million lots long at average price 2,343.20! Target set at 2,345.50!"

The moment the massive institutional block hit the order books, the chart shuddered. A brief flash of selling volume pushed the price down two ticks to 2,343.00. The floating balance display on the main wall instantly flashed a deep red: -20,000,000 Marks.

The junior trader who had mirrored the trade on his phone swallowed hard, sweat breaking out on the back of his neck. ’Did I just ruin myself?’

But Silas didn’t even blink. He knew how these institutional liquidity sweeps operated.

Within five seconds, a massive wall of buy orders hit the global matching engines. The red ticks vanished, replaced by a swift, vertical green candle that drove straight through the short-term resistance levels.

"Price crossing 2,344.00!" the analyst yelled. "Floating profit: +800,000,000 marks!"

"2,344.80! Momentum is surging! The retail short-sellers are getting squeezed!"

The candlestick stretched higher, reaching directly for the previous high established earlier that morning.

"Approaching Slip 1 exit target!" the executioner warned. "2,345.30... 2,345.45..."

"Hold for the exact number!" Silas ordered.

"2,345.50... TAGGED!"

Click.

"Slip 1 closed flat!" the executioner shouted triumphantly. "One million lots exited cleanly at 2,345.50! Full 23 pips captured!"

"Gross return on Slip 1!" Silas demanded.

"Gross profit: +2,300,000,000 marks!" the risk officer reported, his voice high and tight. "New liquid balance: 25,100,000,000 marks!"

The room let out a collective breath, but Silas immediately slammed his palm onto the lead desk. "Don’t pause! Slip 2 is live right now! Reversal short at the double top!"

The traders scrambled. The second slip called for a massive, aggressive short order at the exact peak of the move: Sell 1,200,000 standard lots at 2,345.50, targeting a 61-pip drop down to 2,339.40.

At 1,200,000 standard lots, each pip was worth a staggering 120,000,000 marks.

"Price is testing 2,345.50!" the analyst called out. "It’s holding... the liquidity at the high is absorbing the buyers!"

Click.

"Full lot allocation filled short at 2,345.50!" the executioner yelled. "Position is live!"

For an agonizing three seconds, the spot price hovered at the peak, flickering between 2,345.50 and 2,345.60. The floating balance flickered red at -120,000,000 Marks.

Then, the floor fell out.

A colossal wave of institutional sell volume slammed into the market. The green candle on the chart collapsed, replaced by a thick, dark red bar that sliced through three support levels in a single five-second tick.

"It broke!" the risk officer gasped, staring at the order flow tape in utter shock. "The double top held perfectly! The trapped long positions are liquidating!"

"Price crossing 2,343.00!" the analyst shouted, his voice cracking. "Floating profit: +3,000,000,000 marks!"

"2,341.50! The drop is expanding! It’s a complete structural collapse!"

In the back row, the junior trader stared at his phone in disbelief. His personal account, which he had loaded with his modest savings, had just tripled in size. He quickly tapped his screen, securing his profits manually, his hands shaking so violently he almost dropped the device.

On the main wall display, the red candlestick continued its relentless downward plunge, slicing straight toward the target floor mapped out by Jake minutes earlier.

"Approaching final target!" the executioner called out, his hands hovering over the terminal. "2,339.80... 2,339.50..."

"2,339.40... TOUCHED AND TRADED!"

Click.

"Flatten all books! All positions flat!" Silas roared.

The central wall screen flashed bright green as the final block of 1,200,000 short lots was completely absorbed by resting limit buy orders at the target floor.

The final session summary populated the main board in bold, glowing text:

Plaintext

[TOTAL SESSION LOG - EXECUTIVE SLIPS CLOSED

Asset: XAUUSD (Spot Gold)

Slip 1: Long Entry 2,343.20 | Exit 2,345.50 (+23 Pips)

Slip 2: Short Entry 2,345.50 | Exit 2,339.40 (+61 Pips)

Total Distance Captured: 84 Pips

Total Combined Volume: 2,200,000 Standard Lots

Total Gross Profit: +9,620,000,000 Marks

Final Liquid Account Balance: 32,420,000,000 Marks]

Silence descended upon the execution room.

Nine billion six hundred and twenty million marks in profit. In less than twenty minutes, two trades had pushed Golden Investments’ liquid account balance past thirty-two point four billion marks.

The lead risk officer slowly removed his glasses, staring at the numbers in disbelief. ’Eighty-four pips captured across a double-top reversal without taking a single pip of drawdown on the final exit. It wasn’t just precision—it was like he wrote the price movement himself.’

"Wait..." the head analyst suddenly muttered, browsing through his personal tablet interface. He refreshed his feed once, twice, three times.

"What is it?" Silas asked, turning around.

"Silas... look at LOOP," the analyst said, holding up the screen. "The trading session is over. The institutional volume has already moved. But... Mr. Rivers hasn’t posted the signal on his public feed."

A murmur of confusion rippled across the trading desk.

"Did he forget?" the junior trader whispered aloud, looking around at his colleagues. "Millions of people have been sitting on LOOP since yesterday waiting for the signal. He traded the entire move with us, but... he didn’t tell the public?"

Silas looked at the tablet screen, then back at the glowing wall board displaying 32.42 billion marks. A slow, knowing smile spread across his face.

’Knowing Jake, he didn’t forget,’ Silas thought, his eyes narrowing with deep admiration. ’There’s probably a reason why he held back.’

Silas picked up the secure direct line and dialed Jake’s office.

Back inside Apex Plaza, the sharp pressure behind Jake’s left eye receded, returning his vision to standard digital charts. The golden lines vanished, leaving only the completed red and green candles on his laptop screen.

His desk phone gave a single, discrete chime. Jake picked up the receiver. "Talk to me, Silas."

"The execution is complete, Mr. Rivers," Silas reported, his voice filled with quiet, profound respect. "Both slips cleared the matching engines with zero slippage. Your final liquid balance with Sterling International Bank stands at exactly thirty-two billion, four hundred and twenty million marks."

"Cleanly executed, Silas," Jake said calmly, taking a slow sip of his coffee. "Your team handled the lot sizes well."

"Thank you, sir," Silas replied. He paused for a brief moment before adding, "Mr. Rivers... the public feed is currently in an absolute frenzy. The price move just occurred, but the retail traders are confused because no signal was posted before the volatility hit."

Jake let out a low, smooth chuckle, leaning back in his executive chair as he looked out over the sunlit skyline of Aurelia.

"Don’t worry, I won’t let them wonder for too long," Jake said softly. "The real show is about to begin."

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