Chapter 955
Right before knocking, Quentin chimed in again. “You still haven’t promised me that
transit pass p>
This guy.
“Are you threatening me p>
“What if I am p>
“Bold move, Quentin. You just wait p>
“No, no, no, I wouldn’t dare threaten Boss Mercer! Just kidding, just kidding p>
Mira shot him a glare, ignoring his antics as she knocked firmly on the dean’s door.
“Come in,” a male voice called from inside.
Mira and Quentin walked in, one after the other.
“Quentin, what brings you to my office today?” An slightly plump, middle-aged man looked up with a warm smile. He had thinning hair parted to the side and wore glasses.
Clearly, Quentin was well-known in the Finance Department.
“Is this your girlfriend?” Dean Henderson asked, assuming the beautiful young woman beside him had to be.
“Girlfriend? Arthur, I wish I were that lucky, but she’s completely out of my league. Have you not heard of Boss Mercer p>
“Mira? You don’t mean the owner of the Solflare Group, do you? Impossible.” Dean Henderson couldn’t quite believe his ears.
“Are you pulling my leg again, kid? Bringing in your little girlfriend and claiming she’s some corporate giant? My eyes aren’t failing me just yet,” Dean Henderson chuckled.
Quentin looked helplessly at Mira. “See how famous you are? Even the dean can’t believe you’re actually here p>
Hearing that, Dean Henderson immediately sobered up. He pulled off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. “Are you really Mira p>
“Hello, Dean Henderson. Yes, I’m Mira. I’m here to discuss something with you.” “Wow. I’m in the presence of a legend p>
“You’re too kind. Actually, I came to ask if I could be your student.” Mira felt a little sheepish.
“My student? I didn’t think I’d get that lucky!” Dean Henderson laughed heartily.
“Exactly, you just hit the jackpot. The question is, are you ready to cash it in?” Quentin quipped.
He pulled out a chair for Mira. “Have a seat. Make yourself at home in Arthur’s office p>
Then he grabbed another chair and sat down himself.
“You’re seriously Mira?” Dean Henderson verified one last time.
“The one and only,” Quentin boasted, flipping his hair.
“Arthur, please don’t be so formal with me. I’m going to be your student from now on,” Mira said with a smile.
“I thought you were in the Computer Science department. Are you transferring?” Dean Henderson’s smile faded slightly.
“She is in CS, but she wants to double major in Finance next semester p>
“Ah, I see.” Dean Henderson let out a breath of relief.
If Mira were transferring entirely, he wouldn’t have been as thrilled. It might have
made her seem arrogant and unfocused.
“You want to double major? The
requirement for that is a solid Gret and you can fail any of your fir I. k
ams this semester
“Oh, please, Arthur. You don’t need to worry about her grades. She ranked first in her entire department for midterms, and she’ll probabl sweep the finals too. She has a photographic memory p>
“Her learning capacity is off the charts. You can rest easy on that front.
After all, she’s Lady Oracle. She runs her own financial firm p>
“Don’t listen to him, I’m not that incredible.” Mira shot Quentin a chiding look. “Then double majoring shouldn’t be an issue at all,” Dean Henderson said. “You can just head straight to the Finance admissions office and enroll p>
“Do I need to check in with the other professors first p>
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“No need. Honestly, you didn’t even need to come to me. With your credentials, you could have just signed up. Dean Penderson assured her.
“Could you enroll me yourself?” Mira asked.
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