But if there was a better way to multiply those funds, who wouldn't want to make a killing?
Mira leaned in to check the screen. "Hystron Limited stock."
"This stock is getting rave reviews online, and retail investors are swarming it. We're wondering if we should carve out ten million to test the waters."
Derek Collins, the finance manager, filled her in.
If it went up, they'd make a clean profit. If it tanked, the company could easily absorb the blow.
But a move like that required absolute approval from the boss herself.
Several senior executives stared at Mira with bated breath. If the investment paid off, the company's revenue would spike, and they would all get hefty commission bonuses.
Although Owen usually frowned upon high-risk ventures, he was eager to hear Mira's take on it.
But Mira simply shook her head.
Judging whether a stock was truly solid meant looking past the charts and analyzing the long-term potential of the company behind it.
Hystron's metrics looked flawless across the board. It was no surprise her team had zeroed in on it.
Her expression remained perfectly calm as she spoke. "The data Hystron Limited is parading around is nothing but smoke and mirrors."
"They don't have the foundation for stable growth that everyone thinks they do."
"Quite the opposite, actually. Their internal structure is collapsing. Behind all the hype, the company is riddled with crises and bleeding money."
The executives exchanged nervous glances, a wave of cold dread washing over them.
The girl standing before them might only be a high school student, but in this office, she was an undisputed force of nature.
She had walked away from the affluent Mercer family and built two thriving tech companies from nothing in just a few short months. Now worth hundreds of millions, no one dared to underestimate her.
"Owen—sorry, Mr. Lance—with our network, a quick background check will confirm everything."
"Their executive board is at each other's throats, there are heavy factional divides, and they even have massive liabilities with their tax filings."
"I was against taking a blind risk anyway. Just running the bikes properly is lucrative enough."
"But, naturally, we had to consult the boss."
"Cut the sarcasm. Haven't I given you full operational control?" she shot back.



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