Celia Estrada strode into the conference room like a woman who had just bet her entire career on a single throw of the dice—and won. Again. Her dark green suit was tailored to perfection, sharp enough to cut glass, and her shoes clicked against the marble floor with a precision that suggested she was keeping time to a song only she could hear.

The room was already full—analysts, advisors, a couple of wary partners from rival firms—but everyone fell silent as she approached the head of the table. She set down her tablet and a slim leather portfolio with the Oakville Capital Group logo embossed on the cover. Her expression, calm and composed, was betrayed only by the gleam in her eyes: the look of someone who thrived on chaos and innovation.

“Good morning, everyone,” she said, her voice warm but commanding. “I hope you’ve had your coffee, because what I’m about to show you might keep you up tonight.”

The projector flickered to life, and a chart appeared on the screen behind her, its jagged peaks and valleys practically daring someone to interrupt.

“This,” she continued, gesturing to the data, “is the opportunity no one else had the guts to touch. Until now.”