"If we can't finish it, we'll pack it up and give it to the homeless people outside."
Even though Mira Mercer had amassed a staggering net worth, she knew the value of food and refused to waste a single bite.
With a few days left before their flight to Wall Street, Mira and Owen Lance threw themselves into tying up loose ends at their respective companies.
Mira also carved out time to work with her mentor, synthesizing a batch of specialized medications. Her last trip to Wall Street had been fraught with peril.
When traveling abroad, it was always better to be over-prepared.
She planned to spend her remaining free time during the summer break diving deep into pharmacology. She was determined to plow through a massive textbook before the season ended.
The following day at the office, Mira sat down with Felix Grant to discuss launching a private bank.
The Solflare Group had grown exponentially. Critical functions like account management, payment settlements, risk assessment, and global wire transfers desperately needed a dedicated, in-house banking infrastructure.
Operating their own bank would not only streamline capital management and asset custody, but it would also allow them to capture lucrative transaction fees. It was the perfect foundation to expand their digital finance, wealth management, and mutual fund portfolios.
Mira's grand vision was to completely transition Solflare Capital into a fully licensed bank.
Currently, Solflare Capital met all the regulatory, capital, and operational thresholds required to become a banking institution. She instructed Felix to begin the formal transition process immediately.
Once the transition was successful, the massive financial flow of their own conglomerate could be entirely handled in-house.
As for the technical infrastructure, Solflare Capital already had a world-class team in place.
Originally, Mira had considered purchasing equity in the Barlow National Bank. Becoming a major shareholder would have granted her instant access to their global operational network.
However, acquiring a meaningful stake in a massive international institution was notoriously difficult. Those banks were backed by bottomless capital and controlled by global financial syndicates.
Buying a minority stake would leave her with zero voting power, completely unable to influence executive decisions. And no one was going to willingly sell her a controlling interest.
Mira let out a soft sigh. "I'm swamped right now. Tell you what, why don't you come over to my place tonight? I'll be home.
We can have a proper talk, and you can stay the night and head out in the morning."
If Celine was reaching out like this, it had to be serious. No matter how busy Mira was, she always made time for a close friend.
When Mira arrived home, she instantly spotted Celine sitting on the sofa. Celine looked noticeably thinner, her face drawn and exhausted.
The moment Celine saw Mira, she rushed over.
"Mira, Sienna has completely lost her mind. My aunt is in even worse shape. Thomas can't take it anymore—he's threatening to divorce her and abandon them both.
My dad is so stressed over my aunt's situation that he hasn't slept in days..."
Celine choked out the words, desperately wiping away her tears.

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