Chapter 28: The Wolf of Wall Street (2)

Time passed, and the US hedge fund was taking shape.

-The office isn’t fully set up yet… but we’re doing small trades to train the staff.

Ha Youngil’s voice, over the international call, sounds tired.

“Yes, good job. Remember to finalize everything before the end of August.”

July passed quickly, filled with work. I couldn’t directly help much, so I provided intensive training to Ha Youngil and Lee Sihyeon.

Essential Wall Street knowledge, etc.

Fortunately, reality remained the same, only the time period differed from my past life. The people and buildings were identical.

I’m glad I listened to my seniors’ advice.

-How’s the Korean side?

“It’s fine. Jusung’s busy, so the IB setup is delayed, but that’s not urgent.”

International calls were expensive, so I ended the call.

-Thump.

Spinning my chair, I sigh, stroking a soft blanket.

“……Haa, I have to go to school today.”

It’s Monday, and I’m still in elementary school.

I’m tired. I need to eat breakfast and go to school.

***

I dozed off at school. The US time difference disrupts my sleep schedule.

…And Sihyeon is busy; another secretary came today.

“Miss, we’ve arrived.”

A reasonably attractive female secretary opens the car door and helps me out. She’s not as good as Sihyeon.

“Ugh… alright. Go.”

I frown slightly at her slightly clumsy touch.

I recruited some Daeha Securities employees… hmm, none are fully satisfactory.

-Click.

“Ah, you’re here?”

My nanny greets me at home. I hug her briefly, complaining.

“Yes, I’m back. I’m tired; I’ll take a bath first. Prepare it. I don’t feel well lately.”

“Alright, I’ll prepare it; rest for now, Miss.”

Sihyeon still has some time before work ends…

Sigh, finding trustworthy people is hard. Sihyeon is a valuable talent, not just for childcare duties, but no one can replace her in that role.

I feel bad to only use the nanny, and I can’t freely tease her.

…I need to satisfy my desires too.

“Haa…”

I soak in a warm bath, closing my eyes, enjoying the heat.

Since my reincarnation, I’ve become sensitive to cold, feeling stressed without sufficient heating.

I’ve also become quite sensitive in general.

Slightly cold food feels like sand, and a wrinkled bedsheet or tablecloth makes me irritable.

I need to replace slightly damaged books immediately, and other such minor obsessions have appeared.

They magically disappear when it’s work time.

Sometimes, I wonder if these obsessions are fake. When watching charts, I can eat cheap food I normally wouldn’t touch.

‘Perhaps I just like small luxuries?’

The allure of gold and power is immense. Even if Yu Jincheol returned, I wouldn’t go back to my previous plan.

-Splash.

I playfully toss warm water at the mirror. The steam clears, revealing my naked body.

‘Pretty.’

A beautiful body, always. Unlike before, I no longer feel any repulsion; only admiration.

I bathe, washing away my fatigue, when I frown.

“…?”

A strange sensation below. I realize immediately.

‘…Ah.’

Menarche.

***

I panicked momentarily, but quickly regained composure.

‘Menstruation won’t stop me from making money?’

The allure of gold is paramount.

And I’m mentally prepared.

“You’re at that age now, Miss… It’s strange.”

Sihyeon arrives, offering assistance. The nanny is too dramatic.

“Warm your stomach… this is routine. Drink warm tea and rest. You’ve been working hard.”

She calmly prepares tea.

-Click.

I sip the tea.

“Gulp, hmm. Better. Ugh, strange feeling.”

“I don’t feel it much, but it’s different for everyone. If it’s painful, tell me.”

“…No, it’s not that bad.”

I have reincarnation perks.

My body is essentially immortal; my past self chose highly convenient abilities.

‘I don’t remember choosing them…’

I don’t get minor colds, and I have a high pain tolerance. I haven’t tested it, but I’ll likely survive unless I commit suicide.

…But suicide is possible.

That’s my nature. I’d never choose to live on after the heat death of the universe, not even as a joke.

Therefore, I have minimal menstrual cramps. Just slightly unpleasant.

“Let’s talk business. How’s the investment bank? Family affairs…”

I frown.

“Nothing unusual. The Chief Secretary seems unconcerned. They likely see it as normal expansion.”

Right.

Everyone’s busy. The semiconductor industry is booming, and political issues keep arising.

“That’s why we’re expanding into investment banking. Use my options profit to spread rumors. Daeha Securities will actively handle futures and options trading.”

“Ah, derivatives, right?”

I nod, sipping my tea.

“Yes… My options profit is now well-known. It naturally creates a market. Don’t just see it as a smokescreen; prepare, they will follow suit.”

Issues attract money and influence.

That’s why I don’t just aim to make money. Money doesn’t fully control people.

…

Money is just a versatile tool in capitalism. You need many tools to wield true power.

I earned 10 billion won from options trading and created a new options market using the influx of interest. I’ll collect commissions through Daeha Securities.

“Maintain mostly short positions in options for now. They’ll avoid short positions.”

Net short positions in options are risky; theoretically, losses are unlimited.

However… they usually generate profit; significant losses only occur due to major external shocks—black swans.

I know most of history, so I’m fine.

“Yes, I’ll inform them.”

Lee Sihyeon notes this down.

I sigh softly.

I’d normally be fine… but I feel slightly off today.

My secretary looks at me with concern. Showing weakness isn’t ideal…

But I don’t care. My mood is paramount.

“Chocolate?”

I nod silently, accepting some chocolate from Sihyeon, lying down on the bed.

-Tap tap.

I tap the bed next to me.

“Come here.”

“I need to work. And you didn’t brush your teeth.”

“Quiet, come here.”

Sihyeon sighs, removing her neat suit.

“Ugh, just today. I’ll tell Nanny if you keep this up.”

-Rustle.

She unbuttons her shirt. I pull her towards me.

“Ugh… this is better. Good.”

Her ample, soft chest and toned physique comfort me.

Sihyeon hugs me gently, smiling softly.

“Lullaby?”

It’s a mischievous request, but I nod.

“…Okay.”

The warm heating and tea are nice…

But human warmth is best.

***

The next day.

I furiously kick the blanket.

“Aaack!”

I’m crazy.

Did my childish body bring childish behavior? Are you insane, Yu Hayeon?

Snap out of it. Considering my past life, Sihyeon is much younger than me… no, that’s not quite right.

An adult falling asleep to a child’s lullaby is an insult to my character.

What? Human warmth is the best? What kind of cannibalism is this?

I don’t need human skin for clothes…

Haa, but those breasts were nice. It’s concerning that I’ll have them too soon…

“Miss?”

I ignore my nanny’s call, burying my head.

Good, good.

There’s a solution.

I pick up the phone, calling my wayward secretary, now in her room.

“Call Ha Youngil. Change of plans. Prepare for short selling.”

Right.

Nothing clears the mind like short selling.