The Wolf of Los Angeles

[Chapter 308: Tiger Woods]

Musk wasn't hurting for cash -- his track record could pull Silicon Valley money easy. What he wanted from Tesla investors wasn't just dollars, but platforms -- ways to turbocharge Tesla's growth on the business and tech fronts.

He leaned in, all sincerity. "Hawke, Mary, it's time to jump on Tesla -- this rising star in a rising game!"

Mary shot Hawke a look. "We haven't seen Tesla's rundown -- products, market outlook, plans, the works."

Hawke wasn't in a rush and kept his mouth shut. He figured Musk wanted to milk Twitter for all it was worth, but the guy's name didn't carry enough weight yet. Musk needed Twitter more than Twitter needed him.

Hawke leaned over to Peter. "You in on this?"

Peter nodded. "Already locked in."

Musk made a quick call. Minutes later, a sharp-looking blonde assistant rolled up in a cart, handing over two sets of detailed paperwork -- one for Hawke, one for Mary.

Hawke took his and passed it to Edward, sitting nearby.