Chapter 665
Regardless of what Sebastian thought, Mira lived by a simple rule: if paths aligned, they walked together; if not, she cut ties without hesitation. It was just part of being a decisive leader.
In this life, Mira refused to let anyone slow her down.
She threw herself back into her studies until Wesley Lane, the president of the acting troupe, reached out with an invitation.
He had clashed with his vice president over the Luna Lance scandal, split the club, and built Starlight Dramatics from the ground up in just a few days.
He had serious drive. He was a man of action.
“Alright. Since you gave up Luna for my sake, I’ll join your troupe p>
She could squeeze out the time to attend once or twice a week. She’d just treat it as… a way to unwind.
Additionally, Mira fully intended to absorb everything she could from the FinTech Society.
Quantitative modeling sounded like an incredibly powerful tool.
Mira wanted to build her own quantitative models. Although she didn’t have a formal financial education, she had picked up a wealth of knowledge across two lifetimes.
Plus, between founding her own financial firm and dismantling Porter Entertainment, she practically had a combat-tested resume in practical application.
So, she was operating on a completely different level than the average student. Her next step was to master her computer science coursework while diving into massive foundational textbooks on economics.
She hoped to leverage the society to get guidance from the upperclassmen. Achieving that required not just her past experience, but a solid foundation of theoretical knowledge.
After classes ended on Friday afternoon, Mira wasn’t in a rush to head home. She grabbed dinner on campus and made her way to the drama club.
Elara Finn and Leah Monroe had zero artistic bones in their bodies, so Mira attended the club meetings solo.
As she stepped into the activity room, a wave of applause and beaming smiles greeted her, immediately filling her with warmth.
The high ceilings made the space feel incredibly airy, and musical notes plastered along the walls added a rhythmic vibe.
It was a brilliant, sunny day. Soft natural light poured through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, rivaling professional stagedighting.
Various instruments leaned against the walls. Mira guessed the members had brought them in themselves.
Everyone sat along the perimeter, leaving a wide open space in the center perfectly suited for performances.
The room wasn’t huge-maybe eight hundred square feet-but it was plenty of space for their needs.
If they had opted for anything more luxurious, the members likely wouldn’t have been able to afford the club dues.
They were all just students without real incomes.
The costs for art majors were
notoriously steep. It was alreadyet massive financial strain for ane p>
e family to support just one
student on this path.
Wesley was a directing major, Zoe Sterling studied acting, and Nadia Monroe was a dance major p>
When it came down to it, everyone was heavily involved in the arts. Mira was the sole computer science major in the room.
“Mira, you should be the president p>
Wesley extended the invitation sincerely.
He had been willing to burn bridges with his vice president and shatter the club he had spent years building just to keep Mira around, all because he knew she was the key to their Success:
What would he have gained by tossing Mira aside just to appease Luna?
Nothing but the fleeting support of the campus belle’s fan club.
Wesley wanted to build a real legacy during his time at university.
Fortunately, he had an excellent eye for talent.
“I appreciate the trust, but I honestly don’t have the time or energy to attend every
meeting. You’re better suited to run the show.