"Tern? It's Soria."
Tern sighed silently, relieved that it wasn't someone calling to complain. "What can I do for you?"
"I was checking in on my investments, and saw a spike that concerned me. Do you have some time to take a close look?"
"Absolutely. Just a moment, let me pull your files up."
Tern did more than keep the biggest book on Vidar, she also managed
investment trading for those who permanently lived there. Of them, Soria
was not only one of her biggest clients, but also one of the
friendliest. Some people could get so terribly destructive when the
market took a swing for the worse, and act as if she had something to do
with it. Tern pulled up Soria's account and paged through her investments.
"Huh, now that is strange," Tern confessed. Sisyphus Medical stock was
spiking unusually quickly, a behaviour that was more typical of tech
companies and start-ups than long-term behemoths like heath and wellness
corporations. "Let me take a dig around and see what I can come up
with. I'll give you a call back."
"Thanks." Soria cut the call.
Excerpt from Tales of Vidar: Touring