Chapter 90 - 89: The Game Is On
Tuesday — 4:23 a.m.
Rex slowly woke up, no... it’s more like he finally surrendered and sat up in bed, sweating, heart thudding like distant thunder.
He hadn’t slept properly the whole night. Every time he closed his eyes, numbers flashed behind his eyelids, flickering in a chaotic dance of red and green, tension and excitement tangled like vines in his chest, squeezing tighter with every passing hour. And now he had finally given up. And sat up in bed, beads of sweat running down his back.
The darkness of his bedroom seemed to close in around him.
He just sat there staring in darkness to something unknown, his eyes bloodshot, his body hollowed out by adrenaline and sleeplessness.
Still in his rumpled pajamas, he padded barefoot to his desk. The room was dim, lit only by the faint glow of moon shining brightly outside the window.
His hands trembling slightly as he powered on his laptop, the screen casting an eerie blue light in the otherwise dark room. His fingers hovered over the keyboard as the login screen appeared. The password was entered without thought, muscle memory taking over.
The moment the dashboard loaded, he froze.
Pre-market trading unleashed madness. Trivaxa Pharmaceuticals had erupted higher overnight, opening at $14.93, obliterating all projections. It was no longer a stock—it was a phenomenon. News rained down in waves: partnerships with global healthcare titans, celebrity endorsements, whispers of government contracts. And billionaire investors flocking like moths to a flame. Social media roared louder—#TrivaxaMiracle flooded every platform, pulling even amateurs and skeptics into the frenzy.
Every headline screamed revolution, every media outlet hailed Trivaxa as the miracle drug destined to transform biotech.
It was madness, pure and unfiltered.