Liam finally leaned back in his chair, letting out a tired sigh as he stretched his arms overhead. "That's it," he said, spinning slightly in his chair to face Dickson, who was staring at his screen with the intensity of a man decoding the universe.
Dickson's eyes were red from hours of staring at charts, lines, indicators, and Liam's endless instructions—but his face carried a rare seriousness. And pride. His demo account, which had started with $10,000, now showed $78,000.
It had taken him longer than Liam would've liked, and he asked the dumbest questions imaginable along the way, but... the bastard got the job done.
Liam nodded once, a rare, approving smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. "Not bad."
Dickson stood up, his expression frozen like his brain was still catching up. "Did I really...?"
"You did."
And then, in a flash, Dickson screamed, "WOOOOO!!!" He shot out of his chair like he'd been tasered, leaping toward Liam with open arms for a hug, possibly a kiss.
