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Chapter 220
After a series of calculated trial runs, the writers and directors had cracked the algorithm for market demand and audience tastes. Every new release was a viral smash.
The actors had shaken off their initial awkwardness, delivering sharper, more captivating performances.
The ecosystem of short dramas was entirely divorced from traditional television and cinema.
The runtimes were micro, but the pacing was breakneck. Characters had to be instantly iconic, and the immersion had to hook the viewer’s adrenaline in the first three seconds.
It required an entirely different acting methodology, demanding explosive energy over subtle nuance.
Solflare Entertainment’s dominance in the short-drama market flawlessly offset the slight dip in music revenue, bringing the month’s net profit to a staggering one hundred and seventy million dollars.
Shockingly, the bike-sharing startup had generated over thirty million dollars in pure profit.
This figure completely excluded the colossal pool of user deposits. It was purely from ride fees and ad placements, minus operational and maintenance costs.
And that was with only half of their projected four hundred thousand bikes deployed on the streets.
Production was ramping up, and market saturation was accelerating daily.
Barring a catastrophe, next month’s net profit would effortlessly clear sixty million. Within four months, the entire two-hundred-million-dollar startup cost would be fully recouped.
And again, that didn’t even factor in the astronomical returns Mira was generating by leveraging the user deposit treasury in the financial markets.
Mira pinged the group chat, announcing that Titan had hit another absolute floor. While not as cheap as their initial buy-in, it was a prime window to average down and maximize gains.
Anyone who wanted to double down could do so today. She led by example, hurling the entire combined monthly revenue from both companies straight into the dip.
Swept up in the adrenaline, Mr. Harth handed over his entire hundred-thousand- dollar paycheck for her to invest.
Over at the bike startup, Owen and his mentor handed their dividend shares straight to Mira to manage.
True to Mira’s flawless prediction, on the eighth day, the stock broke its downward trend and began a steady, methodical climb.
On day thirteen, it slammed into the daily limit. Day fourteen saw a microscopic dip that barely registered.
At this point, the majority of retail investors decided they had pushed their luck far enough and began cashing out en masse.
In her previous life, this was the exact day Ethan had bailed.
But on days fifteen and sixteen, the stock rocketed to the daily limit two days in a row, triggering absolute euphoria.
Her team was utterly dumbfounded.
Mira’s predictive models weren’t just
accurate; they were downright clairvoyant. She was reading the market like an open book
What kind of terrifying genius was this? The Oracle of Wall Street had nothing on her.
Their absolute loyalty crystallized into unquestioning zeal. They would follow Mira Mercer to the ends of the earth.
That night, Mira dropped a message in the chat: *Liquidating everything tomorrow morning. Same exact window as our initial entry p>
*You have one hour after the opening bell. Miss the window, and you’re on your own p>
Nobody questioned her. Instead, the chat exploded with fire emojis as everyone geared up for the massive payout.
The next morning at school, Mr. Harth once again pulled Mira into his office during morning exercises to help him with some administrative grunt work.
This time, however, it wasn’t sorting papers. He tasked her with drafting the Unit Evaluation Sheets.
“Mr. Harth, you’re making a student write the exam? I have to take this test, you know p>
“Even if you write the test yourself, you still won’t score a perfect hundred p>
“Fair point.” Mira couldn’t argue with that. She’d still inevitably drop a few points on subjective essay questions and reading comprehension traps.
The moment Mr. Harth left the office, Mira ignored the worksheets and flipped open her laptop, checking the chat.
Her team had executed the sell-off with military precision, cashing out even faster than they had bought in. Everyone had logged their successful exits.
High on the massive influx of wealth, they flooded the screen, arranging their “Thank you, Boss!” messages into a giant digital heart.
Kieran had already wired over the initial ten grand she gave him which included Elara’
thousand dollars along with yel
staggering profit it had generated.
Mira smiled and hit a single button, instantly liquidating her colossal multi-hundred- million-dollar position.
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The sheer weight of her sell-off triggered an immediate flash crash. Panic spread like wildfire, causing thousands of retail investors to dump the shares m sheer terror Within minutes, Titan slammed straight into the limit-down floor.