Bitcoin Billionaire: I Regressed to Invest in the First Bitcoin!-Chapter 203: It’s Your Turn, Miranda

Back in the Steele Complex, Miranda Sloane, Portfolio Manager, sat in her office, a compact space lined with screens and neatly organized files.

Her blonde hair was pulled into a low bun, her glasses perched on her nose as she clicked through procurement records on her tablet.

The data was routine. Stuff like this was what she handled everyday: the vendor contracts, the delivery schedules and the payment logs.

As she went through each of them, she suddenly stopped, the arrow of her mouse pausing at the center of the screen.

'That's strange,' Miranda thought. A discrepancy had caught her eye. A frown creased her brow as she zoomed in. There were seven third party vendors that were exclusively signed with My Holloway and Darren, but owned by random stakeholders.

However, out of nowhere, the other had changed in three of these seven Holloway Medical's key suppliers.

Normally that wouldn't have been something to raise an eye about, but the new name of the owner of these suppliers was what was worrying.

"Morrison…" Miranda muttered, squinting her eyes at the screen. 'What the hell is he trying to do?'

The trail was buried deep, hidden behind shell companies and offshore accounts, but not invisible. The kind of protection Darren had set up required someone skilled greatly to oversee it.

Miranda was that someone. So this was very visible to her.

Quickly, she grabbed her laptop and hurried down the corridor to the logistics hub, her low heels clicking against the polished floor.

Once she got inside, she squeezed herself through the moving busy people, finding her way. As usual, the hub was a hive of activity—screens glowing with real-time data, analysts murmuring into headsets led by Simon Wilkes who was desperate to finish his report before tomorrow, and the faint hum of servers underpinning it all.

Miranda successfully got past it all and entered the door at the end of the room. There, she found the office of the Secretary of Investments.

At the end of the office, behind an oak desk sat Amelia Forrest, her brunette hair tied back in a messy bun, her fingers flying across a code interface as she optimized warehouse sequencing for the company's next expansion phase.

"Amelia," Miranda said, her voice urgent but controlled.

Amelia didn't look up, her eyes locked on the streams of code. "Talk, Miranda. I'm in the middle of debugging phase two's logistics pipeline. Boss isn't in a very good mood so I don't want to submit late."

Miranda bit her lip. It was exactly because Mr. Steele was in a sour mood that she was meeting Amelia for help. Something like this, if he found out later, could make all hell break loose.

So she slid the laptop onto the desk, its screen displaying the vendor data. "I think there's a problem. Or a potential one... at least." She pouted before jumping right in.

"Look. It's Richard Morrison. He's making quiet moves against Holloway-linked partners. I was just checking the records like I usually do and I saw that he's buying silent stakes in their vendors. I don't know if I should just monitor it silently but surely, If we don't act, he could undercut Mr. Steele's entire health sector stake." freeωebnovēl.c૦m

Amelia read the screen and cursed under her breath, her fingers pausing mid-keystroke. She leaned forward, scanning the records with sharp, calculating eyes. "No wonder he and Ryan were friends. They're so alike."

She adjusted, took a file from her cupboard and went through warehousing laws, doing two things at once. "From the looks of it, he's playing the old game. Silent equity grabs so there's no paper trail until the contracts are locked."

"Oh. I see that now." Miranda bent low. "Can we block it?" she asked, her tiny voice tight with urgency.

Sighing, Amelia left the law files and tapped a few commands on the keyboard, pulling up transaction logs and vendor pathways. "We can redirect some of their supply chains, delay the deals with dummy bids. I think that way we could buy ourselves a week, maybe two. But that's a bandage, not a fix." She leaned back, her expression grim.

"I said Richard Morrison is using the same strategy as Ryan Anders but it's a different approach. He's using power while Ryan focused too much on tactics. And unfortunately... Richard is more powerful than our boss "

She thought for a while and let out an even heavier sigh. "Look, Miranda. If we want to stop this, Darren needs to know. Now."

Miranda appeared thoughtful. "Okay. So you're going to tell him, right?"

Amelia said nothing, she only gave her an expressionless yet knowing look.

Miranda stiffened, her fingers tightening around the laptop. "Me?"

"Yes, you," Amelia said, her tone sharp but not unkind. She turned back to her screens and the warehouse files, resuming her work. "I'm drowning in construction protocols. Warehouse phase two is a beast that I'm having the hardest time taming, and I can't step away. This is your expertise, Miranda. You've got the data. You've got the insight. You're the one who found out about it. Take it to him."

Miranda hesitated, her gaze dropping to the laptop. So far, she'd always been the quiet one, the portfolio manager who thrived in spreadsheets and shadows, not boardrooms and confrontations.

She'd helped sometimes but overall she'd done her best to avoid too much discourse, especially because it seemed like everyone was already together before she came in.

It was like she was the new member of a popular band who didn't want to try hard in order to fit in.

She bit her lip again, a habit. The thought of facing Darren— especially now, when he was a fortress of silence and a cold face— made her stomach twist.

Amelia glanced over, catching her hesitation. "What are you so scared of? He's not going to yell at you or anything."

"I know, it's just..."

"Look. We all did this. Each of us had our time with Mr. Steele to help us fit in. It's unfortunate that yours is at a time when he's a bit... stern. But... you want to help him? Then step up. It's your turn to be part of his circle. He needs people he can trust, not just people who follow orders."

Miranda's jaw tightened, a spark of resolve flaring in her chest. She nodded once, decisive. "Alright."

Then, with some confidence, she picked up the laptop and turned, heading out of the hub and toward Darren's office, the weight of her decision settling over her like a mantle.

'I'm just a country girl,' she thought. 'This whole thing was Kara's idea. I'm not built for this.'