/biz/ - Business & Finance

>A glimmer on the lake from the moons soft reflections, the scent of cherry, vanilla and warm smoke through the cool air.
>A good day of trading always calls for scented oil burning; a sense of oneness with the charts. A prayer like any other, a god like any talisman.
>But beyond the silence you can feel it. A presence... from where?

>The rafters creak and you hear the wind move; a flash of steel folded a thousand times, a portfolio of bags at his waist.
"Listen here; Nobleanon! You will buy my Micron this night, or this night will be your last!"

What do you do?