The soft hum of the computer filled the room, broken only by the rhythmic clack of keyboard keys under Rex’s steady hands. He leaned back, the leather chair creaking as he rubbed his temples and turned his focus back to the monitor in front of him.
His gaze was locked onto the fluctuating numbers dancing along the monitor. His eyes sharpened and focused.
On the screen, a faint flicker in the stock price caught his attention, Trivaxa Pharmaceuticals.
To most, it would have been just another tiny fluctuation, a small dip barely enough to draw even a seasoned trader’s attention.
The kind that fills thousands of stock charts every day, just another ripple in the endless ocean of market noise.
Harmless. Unimportant. Noise.
But to Rex, who had been watching the patterns unfold like a hawk for the past several days, it was anything but. Now, even the faintest ripple in its movent triggered alarms in his mind. Sothing was happening, definitely happening.
He recognized the telltale signs, slight, almost imperceptible accumulation at odd intervals, a pressure slowly building beneath the surface.
Soone was positioning. Carefully. Quietly.
"Sothing’s fishy," he muttered under his breath, leaning forward. His fingers, restless from tension, cracked audibly as he flexed them.
Glancing at the clock, he noted the ti: 3:00 PM. An hour left before the official trading session closed.
In the U.S. stock exchanges, regular trading hours were from 9:30 AM to 4:00 PM Eastern Ti. Of course, there were pre-market and after-hours trading sessions, unofficial extensions where traders used electronic networks to buy and sell stocks beyond the typical trading hours, but Rex knew better than to rely on those sessions.
The volu during these periods was perilously low. Liquidity was almost nonexistent compared to regular hours.
A few small trades could swing prices wildly, creating volatility that no rational trader would willingly embrace without good reason.
Most after-hours traders were institutional investors, hedge funds, investnt banks, and the occasional daredevil who thought they could outmaneuver the big players.
For retail investors, trading during those hours wasn’t investing. It was gambling. Dangerous and unpredictable.
Instead, he kept his gaze locked on the subtle market movents, reading between the lines, studying the footprints of invisible hands.
The other party, whoever they were, was still testing. Throwing tiny pebbles into the pond, watching for ripples.
He cracked his knuckles, a habit he had picked up recently.
He took a quick look at the current price and volu.
Trivaxa Pharmaceuticals. Ticker: TRX.
Currently trading at $8.74 with a daily volu of fewer than 90,000 shares, or at least, that was its usual volu.
But over the past few days, the stock had been surging quietly and slowly, reaching hundreds of thousands of shares in volu as of today.
It wasn’t obvious. Whoever was behind it had concealed their footprints well, spreading their trades out to mimic natural market interest.
To most observers, Trivaxa looked like a minor biotech firm with so organic retail buzz, maybe triggered by rumors or so small breakthrough.
But to Rex, or more precisely, to the system that had already analyzed the hidden patterns behind market activity for him, the truth was clear.
Soone was preparing sothing.
The signs were all there:
Sudden increase in liquidity without major news.
Order books displaying spoofing behaviors.
Strategic buys and sells to stabilize the price within a tight range, preventing it from running before they were ready.
Trivaxa Pharmaceuticals wasn’t just stirring. It was waking up.
Honestly, Trivaxa wasn’t a stock most retail investors even knew existed.
Small-cap biotech companies like it lived in a shadow world, far from the glamour of big tech giants.
Their fortunes rose and fell based on clinical trial results, regulatory approvals, or sudden rgers.
For those with the right information at the right ti, they could be gold mines or land mines.
In the quiet of his apartnt, lit only by the golden sunlight peeking through the blinds and the gentle hum of his computer exhaust, Rex slowly set his plan in motion.
Seeing that ti was passing and fluctuations were getting bigger and bigger, he knew that it was ti.
Then, a determined glint sparked in his eyes.
"It’s ti to enter," he said to himself, voice low.
He quietly began building his position.
Not all at once. He definitely wouldn’t make a beginner’s mistake.
He needed to move subtly. He couldn’t storm in recklessly.
In a low-cap stock like Trivaxa, even a $500,000 buy order could send prices soaring and attract unwanted attention.
Taking a deep breath, he initiated his first batch of orders.
Iceberg orders, that was the strategy, the strategy he had painstakingly studied in the past few days.
Instead of placing one large order that would show up in the order books like a flare gun in the night, he split it into dozens of tiny ones.
Only a small portion of each order would be visible to the public, hiding the true size lurking underneath.
He layered his buys:
$8.80
$8.85
$8.90
He placed limit buy orders at $8.80 and $8.90, a few hundred shares at a ti.
anwhile, he also placed small dummy trades in other mid-tier pharmaceutical stocks, nas like Aerovax Therapeutics and Promixa Labs, to make his activity look scattered and uncoordinated, like he was a clueless retail novice experinting across the sector.
The key was disguise.
Make them think he was just another wannabe biotech speculator throwing darts at the board.
Stock trading was all about psychological warfare.
To the outside world, he was just another foolish gambler tossing pennies at biotech lottery tickets.
The few speculators who may have noticed the slight uptick dismissed it, assuming it was just background noise, algorithmic trading bots perhaps, or a misguided penny trader churning their usual micro profits.
Even the people orchestrating whatever was happening behind the scenes, the real whales, seed unaware of his quiet infiltration.
Even if they had noticed, they would just shrug it off due to him being too small to even matter.
And that was exactly what Rex wanted.
With practiced calm, Rex funneled $100,000 into the stock by market close, without causing any abnormal spikes.
It wasn’t much compared to his total reserve, but it was more of a strategic test — a probe.
He needed to see how the other side reacted. Whether they would pull their bids, push back, or even accelerate their titable.
But there was no imdiate disruption. No panic. The sleeping beast continued to stir in its den.
He could feel it in his bones: the other players either hadn’t noticed him or didn’t consider soone at his level a threat.
Breathing a quiet sigh of relief, Rex leaned back, stretching his cramped muscles, feeling the satisfying crack of tired muscles along his spine. His heart was still pounding—not from fear, but from adrenaline.
Even with the system’s confirmation, even with all his careful strategies, it was still his life savings on the line.
A single mistake, a misread of the market, and he would be ruined.
He gazed out of the window.
The city lights were blinking to life as stars had begun to twinkle against the deepening blue sky.
He walked to the window, pushing it open slightly to let the cool evening air wash over him.
He inhaled slowly, filling his lungs with the cool evening air.
He needed to stay calm and sharp, there wasn’t any room for error.
He still had $900,000 left in reserve, but he wasn’t in a rush. Success in trading wasn’t about being faster; it was about being smarter and patient.
Turning back to his desk, he distracted himself by diving into more research. He cross-referenced volu patterns of similar biotech stocks, analyzed news releases, SEC filings, and insider trading reports.
Every piece of data was a piece of the puzzle.
Knock knock.
He blinked, His eyes, dry and strained.
Dragging himself to the door, he opened it to find Victor, standing there with concern look into his face.
"Boss, it’s already quite late and you haven’t had dinner. Are you okay?" Victor asked, looking at Rex’s worn-out appearance.
Rex forced a tired smile and waved his hand. "I’m okay. Just catching up on so studies." he lied smoothly
It wasn’t that he distrusted Victor. In fact, over the past few days, Rex had co to respect him and Kaelan. They were professional, courteous, and discreet. But honestly, when it ca to stuff like money, opportunity, and survival, He trusted no one.
As history has shown again and again that humans are weak to temptations, and human nature is unpredictable.
Anyway, the fewer people who knew about this operation, the better.
A secret remains a secret only if it stays untold.
The mont you tell soone, it’s no longer a secret—it’s just information waiting to leak.
(End of Chapter)
Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading the book and your support. I really can’t thank you enough.
As because of you guys, I’m very close to hitting MGS (Minimum Guarantee System) of .
Thank you so much and keep reading because real fun is just about to begin.
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