With the manufacturing blueprints perfected in Melvion City, they were already partnering with local factories in the capital to push mass production.
"It's just part of the grind. Just keep us field guys in mind the next time you strike gold in the market."
"You're my people. I take care of my own."
When Mira walked onto the corporate floor this time, the chorus of "Good evening, Boss" was deafeningly respectful.
The staff no longer looked at her as just a CEO; to them, she was a literal financial deity.
Some employees were privately kicking themselves for being too cautious and not emptying their savings into her play.
Despite the strict non-disclosure warnings, a few had inevitably tipped off their close friends and relatives.
But the leaked investments had been relatively small.
Mira let it slide; as long as it didn't hit the press, she wasn't going to witch-hunt her own team.
Caught up in the euphoria, Mr. Douglas actually stepped forward with open arms for a hug, and the finance manager moved to follow suit.
Owen caught the movement instantly, stepping smoothly in front of Mira with a lethal glare.
"Hold it. We don't do that here."
"Act your age, people. Show some professionalism instead of acting like you've never seen a dollar before."
The initial $15 million corporate deposit had exploded into $60 million. Mira wasn't greedy; that chunk belonged to the company.
She allocated heavy bonuses and executive percentages, factoring in the pure profit shares for Owen and Master Ellis.
She instructed finance to log it into next month's revenue and temporarily park the capital in MVX-23 stock.
"MVX-23!"
The finance manager's eyes widened, immediately drawing everyone's ravenous attention.


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