Ryan was staring at his screen intently. He didn't like that the candles were green, the signals left him exasperated. He had been looking at the screen for all of three hours; He had hoped that he would close all trades for the day and leave the market with just enough profit to tackle his latest money problem but his faith was fast dwindling as he continued watching, this time, chewing lazily on a pack of tasteless snack he found on his shelf.
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He did not have to kid himself, there were times he had almost quit, a decision he would have regretted, and there were times he just kept pushing because he knew there was so much out in the market that he needed to make. He was not greedy, but he loved money.
He took one look at his wristwatch and grimaced. It was getting late. His eyelids were getting heavier with each minute he postponed his much-needed nap. Soon, the telephone started to ring. It made him jump and he only caught himself midway into picking up the telephone and flinging it across the large airy room. It would probably land on the screen of his new Television hanging a bit too low. But it was unlike him to regret the things he did on impulse.
After the first ring, he took the call. It was Percy.
"Percy."
He called lamely into the phone, his eyes still on the screen of his laptop.
"There's no time, you know the property owners at Boulevard Jacksonville usually have no patience. The fellow's giving you till the end of today to decide whether or not you want the property or not."
Ryan scoffed.
"It's so pressing you did not remember to say hello."
He grumbled.
"You've been collecting pleasantries all your life, do you have enough to pay for the property you earnestly need?"
Percy asked. It was typical of him to say things that were both witty and infuriating.
Ryan sighed.
"Don't call again, Percy. Tell the man to hold on and I'll call you once I get the money I need to fix this."
Percy snorted. A sign of his disbelief.
"That is totally left to you, Ryan. Getting back this property would mean so much to your father…."
Ryan did not need to hear the next words that followed. He slammed down the receiver and decided to tackle one thing at a time. He hated to be under pressure, But what he would hate most would be to let a property he was so close to acquiring slip through his fingers.
Having been a scalper for the past few months, Ryan knew he just needed a bit of extra work to become a better Day trader than he already was.
His mind drifted to the first time he had decided to get on Binance and buy Bitcoin with twenty percent of the money he had stacked up from all his years of being a chef in Los Angeles, and Lisa, his ex had been so set against the idea that he had had to end things with her on grounds of her infectious pessimism.
Weeks later, he was in the market as an investor, almost immune to the volatility of the trading market. But when he started to have money problems that left his phone ringing endlessly for hours each day, he knew it was time he delved fully into the bitcoin market, this time as a trader and not just an investor. Months later, he could swear with aplomb that it was the best thing that had ever happened to him. Or maybe the best decision he ever took as an adult who was solely responsible for his actions.
As he emptied the pack of tasteless snacks into his mouth, he heard a knock on the door. He looked up from his laptop. The door came open and he saw Lisa, she was disheveled, her eyes holding large bags under them and her lips looking chaffed.
She remained by the door, wringing her hands in a fidgety motion. She looked like she had escaped the fiery furnace of hell but he didn't get his first question out when his eye caught the signal on the screen. The candle had turned red and he needed to make as much money as he could before he closed trade for the day. Ryan had many flaws but wasting time was not one of his many weaknesses and he proved this when his eyes immediately went to his screen and his hand went to his mouse.
He forgot that Lisa was in the room.
When he reclined back on his seat two hours later with a whopping four thousand dollars in his account, she was not there anymore.
He sprang from the chair cursing silently under his breath.
"Lisa!"
He called, but she was not anywhere close.
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