Make sure to point the crosshairs straight at Porter Entertainment."
*If they wanted to play dirty and frame him, he was more than ready to play the villain.*
Adrian forwarded the meager relocation contract he'd signed today to Ethan, instructing him to leak it online.
It was proof: *Look at this tiny payout. If I secretly owned the massive factory district, why would I bother with this pocket change?*
...
After enjoying the online bloodbath for a few minutes, Mira shut her laptop and called Owen.
"Owen, we're ready for the bike rollout tomorrow."
The bike-sharing project had been moving smoothly under the radar. With the prominent families currently ripping each other apart, it was the perfect smoke screen for their launch.
Mr. Blake had proven himself to be incredibly competent. After securing their massive order, he not only fired up his own manufacturing lines but aggressively acquired two other failing bike factories.
A month had passed. All the components—the GPS trackers, the smart locks—had been rigorously tested, and mass production was fully underway.
By retrofitting the newly acquired factories' backlogged semi-finished inventory to meet Mira's 'Green Ride' specifications, they had quickly produced their first viable fleet.
They currently had fifty thousand bikes sitting in storage. It was a far cry from their four-hundred-thousand target, but Mira knew it was enough to start their beta launch and bring in initial revenue.
They would flood the most bustling metropolitan zones first, then continuously deploy new units as they rolled off the assembly line.
Call finished, Mira dived straight into her studies.
She had already reviewed today's lessons yesterday, so she breezed through the concepts. Her main focus was finishing her homework and prepping for tomorrow's syllabus.
Two hours later, Rachel walked into the room, holding a plate of shrimp salad.
"Rachel, you didn't have to trouble yourself. I already ate dinner."
"You've been studying for over four hours today. You're bound to be hungry."
Mira took the plate. Glancing up, she noticed Rachel lingering by the door, looking like she wanted to say something.
"Is everything okay, Rachel? Did you need something?"
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