months the stock had risen in value by $10 or more. With the new infusion of cash coming from the federal government the only direction the stock could go was up.
If the conservative Alan Castle found out he was considering buying options he would hit the roof. Scott would have to make the trade without saying a word to anyone. When it was done, and the options had been sold or exercised, he would be a hero. If it failed . . . well, that was a scenario he really didnât want to think about.
He looked around, feeling conspicuous again. It was as if everyone in the office was watching him, knowing what he was about to do, which was silly. No one was watching and no one was listening. Just the same, he stood and inspected the area all around his cube. Okay, Iâm good to go .
Scott went back to his computer and logged on to the trading website. He found the tab listing the various options strategies he could choose and clicked on purchase calls . He did a search for thirty-day calls on Solar Charge. The stock was trading today at $115 a share. He could buy thirty-day options relatively cheaply. But how many should he buy? Each option contract would cost him $175.
That meant if the Solar Charge stock went to $120 at any time during the next thirty days he could exercise his stock options and still buy it for $115 a share. That would net him a profit of more than $3 per share. Or he could sell the options at any point.
Either way, the potential to make a lot of money was huge, and it seemed unlikely he could lose on the deal. If he did lose, he wouldnât be losing his own money, but he would most certainly be losing his job. It all amounted to the same thing. A big win would turn him into a hero. A loss would put him on the street. Time to swim with the sharks.
Scott bought 1,400 contracts, which effectively put him in control of 140,000 shares of Solar Charge stock for the next month. The price of that control cost him almost $250,000, but if he won, the profit would be immense. Roughly $750,000. If he lost, the whole $250,000 went into the tank. There was no in-between.
His hands shook and his neck and forehead were wet with sweat. He exited the trading website, logged off his computer, and went outside to stand in the fresh air.
His course was set. There was no turning back.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Déjà You
I t had taken Rachel a week of naptimes and stolen minutes away from the two children to share everything she knew about Suzanne. Jane asked lots of questions. Not just the obvious, general ones, but questions actually based on what Rachel had already told her. Like, âAfter the wedding, did Suzanne go back home with her parents?â
Now the work was at an end. Rachel uploaded one last video of Suzanne. The progress bar climbed to 100 percent and Jane appeared on the screen. âI think weâre complete, Rachel. We have everything we need. Now we need to take about twenty minutes to allow our system to process all the information youâve provided. You can either leave your computer on or you can wait for an e-mail from me. Iâll give you a link you can click to bring you back to this page. Iâll be waiting for you here. Does that sound okay?â
âYes, Iâve told you everything I can think of, but Iâm sure there must be things I left out.â It had been difficult in the extreme just thinking so much about Suzanne. There had never been another friend like her, and her loss had always been likean open wound on her heart that would not heal. Only the prospect of having her backâin some measureâmade it worthwhile to pull all these painful memories back up.
Jane nodded. âIâm sure there are things that will come up later on. Thatâs fairly common. Weâll give you an opportunity later on to, shall we say, fine-tune your friend? As you remember things you left out, youâll be able to add those to Suzanneâs profile. I think
If the conservative Alan Castle found out he was considering buying options he would hit the roof. Scott would have to make the trade without saying a word to anyone. When it was done, and the options had been sold or exercised, he would be a hero. If it failed . . . well, that was a scenario he really didnât want to think about.
He looked around, feeling conspicuous again. It was as if everyone in the office was watching him, knowing what he was about to do, which was silly. No one was watching and no one was listening. Just the same, he stood and inspected the area all around his cube. Okay, Iâm good to go .
Scott went back to his computer and logged on to the trading website. He found the tab listing the various options strategies he could choose and clicked on purchase calls . He did a search for thirty-day calls on Solar Charge. The stock was trading today at $115 a share. He could buy thirty-day options relatively cheaply. But how many should he buy? Each option contract would cost him $175.
That meant if the Solar Charge stock went to $120 at any time during the next thirty days he could exercise his stock options and still buy it for $115 a share. That would net him a profit of more than $3 per share. Or he could sell the options at any point.
Either way, the potential to make a lot of money was huge, and it seemed unlikely he could lose on the deal. If he did lose, he wouldnât be losing his own money, but he would most certainly be losing his job. It all amounted to the same thing. A big win would turn him into a hero. A loss would put him on the street. Time to swim with the sharks.
Scott bought 1,400 contracts, which effectively put him in control of 140,000 shares of Solar Charge stock for the next month. The price of that control cost him almost $250,000, but if he won, the profit would be immense. Roughly $750,000. If he lost, the whole $250,000 went into the tank. There was no in-between.
His hands shook and his neck and forehead were wet with sweat. He exited the trading website, logged off his computer, and went outside to stand in the fresh air.
His course was set. There was no turning back.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Déjà You
I t had taken Rachel a week of naptimes and stolen minutes away from the two children to share everything she knew about Suzanne. Jane asked lots of questions. Not just the obvious, general ones, but questions actually based on what Rachel had already told her. Like, âAfter the wedding, did Suzanne go back home with her parents?â
Now the work was at an end. Rachel uploaded one last video of Suzanne. The progress bar climbed to 100 percent and Jane appeared on the screen. âI think weâre complete, Rachel. We have everything we need. Now we need to take about twenty minutes to allow our system to process all the information youâve provided. You can either leave your computer on or you can wait for an e-mail from me. Iâll give you a link you can click to bring you back to this page. Iâll be waiting for you here. Does that sound okay?â
âYes, Iâve told you everything I can think of, but Iâm sure there must be things I left out.â It had been difficult in the extreme just thinking so much about Suzanne. There had never been another friend like her, and her loss had always been likean open wound on her heart that would not heal. Only the prospect of having her backâin some measureâmade it worthwhile to pull all these painful memories back up.
Jane nodded. âIâm sure there are things that will come up later on. Thatâs fairly common. Weâll give you an opportunity later on to, shall we say, fine-tune your friend? As you remember things you left out, youâll be able to add those to Suzanneâs profile. I think
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