Who knows, I might even end up at a university right here in Aethelgard in six months."
Realizing that these two men were destined to be the foundational pillars of her tech empire, Mira decided to pull back the curtain on the future.
"We are standing on the precipice of a total digital revolution. The internet is going to become completely integrated into daily life. High-speed connectivity will blanket the globe, and it will radically transform how humanity exists.
Soon, people will be doing all their shopping without leaving their homes. They'll order gourmet meals to their doors and browse global markets—all from a sleek piece of glass in their pockets.
That is why I needed to lay this groundwork before I even started college. We are positioning ourselves at the absolute bleeding edge of the tech sector.
We might not have the billions that tech monopolies possess right now, and we definitely don't have the generational wealth of Aethelgard's elite families.
But that's temporary. As long as we dictate the pulse of this new era, there are no limits to our power."
Owen, an elite MIT graduate, and Soren, a top-tier domestic prodigy, sat in stunned silence.
Both men felt their blood racing, entirely captivated by the sweeping, terrifyingly precise vision laid out by a high school girl.
Soren was the first to break the heavy silence. "I've come to a conclusion. You are a terrifying genius.
It is an absolute privilege to be on your team."
Mira smiled smoothly. "Thank you. Work hard, and when this game launches, we'll all be very rich."
Setting up her headquarters in Rivers Plaza had been a stroke of genius. Whether she was launching new subsidiaries or expanding divisions, she never had to waste time hunting for commercial real estate.
Having all her corporate entities centralized in a single skyscraper made logistics and security a breeze.
Once Soren left the office, Owen leaned back, looking at Mira. "If my boss is a terrifying genius, shouldn't I be thanking my lucky stars too?"
Mira didn't miss a beat. "Obviously."
Owen rolled his eyes. "Give you an inch, and you take a mile."
He turned back to his laptop, his fingers flying across the keys.
"By the way, how did you know exactly who those guys were and what their habits were the second you walked in?"
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