Four o’clock in the afternoon.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Damian. I know this isn't a good time, but you need to know... it's an emergency," the assistant's voice sounded strained on the other end of the line.

Damian stood on his balcony, looking up at the darkening sky.

"What do you mean, emergency?"

"There’s been a market attack. Lancaster Industries' stock dropped dramatically. We lost nearly ten million dollars just today. Major investors pulled out suddenly."

Damian frowned.

"Ten million? In ...