'Rockefeller? Du Pont? Or some tech giant from the West Coast who was humiliated by the Mellon Family?'
Julian mulled it over. For the first time, he felt a twinge of regret, thinking he should have done some background checks on this mysterious offshore buyer before making a decision.
Suddenly, as Julian was lost in thought, the four-monitor Bloomberg Terminal in front of him flashed without warning. The streams of financial data vanished instantly, replaced by a line of cold, block letters:
[ACCOUNT PRIVILEGES HAVE BEEN FROZEN]
His heart skipped a beat. He shot up from his chair, knocking over the pen holder on his desk. Four or five expensive fountain pens crashed to the floor with a clatter.
Julian had no time to worry about anything else. He reached for the intercom on his desk, only to be met with a dead dial tone.
He suddenly felt dizzy.
