"After that, it requires constant monitoring," Mira continued, her voice steady and authoritative. "We adjust our positions to ride market trends and hit our targets.
"And more importantly, we ruthlessly manage risk. Diversification and strict stop-loss limits are mandatory to protect the portfolio from volatility."
Lauren blinked, slightly overwhelmed. "That sounds incredibly complex."
"It is," Mira smiled. "But our investors trust us with their hard-earned money. It's our absolute duty to grow their wealth and protect them from losses."
Listening to a high schooler casually break down advanced financial mechanics with such lethal confidence left the two reporters stunned. They didn't feel like they were talking to a student; they were facing a seasoned Wall Street titan.
"Are you planning to major in finance when you go to college?" Lauren couldn't help but ask.
"If possible, I'd like to pursue a dual degree in finance and computer science."
"Spoken like a true prodigy," Lauren smiled warmly. "Congratulations again, Mira. Keep bringing us good news."
By the end of the day, Mira's face was plastered across every major news headline. Not just in Melvion City, but across the entire country.
Her name and her funds were suddenly the hottest topics in the financial world. The volume of calls requesting to invest or partner with her was staggering.
This time, Mira didn't turn away potential shareholders. Her private equity fund needed to scale up quickly, laying the groundwork for Solflare Entertainment's eventual IPO. She had already blown past the fifty-million-dollar minimum capital requirement for going public. The stock issuance protocols would be standard procedure when the time came.
The only hurdles left were the shareholder quota—requiring at least a thousand investors holding a minimum of a thousand dollars in stock—and the operational history rule, which mandated three years of sustained profitability. Her company was barely a year old.
"It's a deal."
...
However, stepping into the spotlight came with a dangerous trade-off: she had exposed her growing power to her enemies.
Roxanne paced furiously in her office. "Dad, how did she get this far? I was out of the country for years, assuming you had them on a tight leash. How could you let her grow into this?"
"That wretched girl is far more calculating than she looks," Shane Porter muttered, rubbing his temples and smoothing his perfectly slicked hair.
"I originally planned to use her as a wedge against the Mercers. But she completely severed ties with them last year. I assumed a little girl without her family's backing couldn't make any waves, so I took my eyes off her. It seems we severely underestimated her."

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