Chapter 3 - Eleanor’s Smartphone Lights Up With Panic And Financial Alerts
Suddenly, the eerie silence of the rooftop was shattered by a deafening chorus of digital alert tones.
Dozens of high-society guests pulled their phones from designer pockets to find their investment accounts bleeding red.
Eleanor’s personal device vibrated violently against her palm, the screen flashing with emergency corporate notifications.
She swiped frantically to unlock the screen, her eyes widening as the stock ticker for Lante Group plummeted straight down.
“Trading halted on all primary exchanges,” a panicked voice echoed from a guest’s speakerphone nearby.
“Every single subsidiary account has been locked by federal regulatory compliance officers,” another broker shouted in horror.
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Eleanor looked up from her glowing screen, her face completely drained of any remaining color.
The empire she had spent forty years building was evaporating into thin air before her very eyes.
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