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    Sandra sat frozen in disbelief. Not one of them tried to stop her or ask her to reconsider her decision.


    They really didn’t care about her. Fine then. If that was how it was, she wouldn’t hold back anymore, either.


    Sandra breezed into the office that morning, her mind already far from the daily tasks. With a flourish, she penned a brisk resignation letter, threw it at the HR manager, gathered her belongings, and left thepany without a backward nce.


    Mostpanies insist on a month’s notice before resignation, but Sandra couldn’t have cared less. As a member of the powerful Harper family, she was untouchable. What could HR do to her?


    Did she need that paltry thirty-thousand-a-month paycheck, given the fortune now at her fingertips? Hardly.


    With her office days behind her, Sandra turned her attention to her new business. She had gotten two thriving storefronts from Shepard, both nestled on the bustling main shopping strip. One, a men’s clothing boutique, was pulling in a tidy seven million in annual profit. The other, a snack shop, was no slouch, either,ting five million a year.


    Sandra could have easily kicked back and lived off the profits of these two shops, but she had grander ns. She wanted to start her own business, built from the ground up.


    At the men’s clothing store, a handful of customers milled about, browsing the racks. The manager, a middle-aged woman with years of experience, greeted Sandra warmly.


    Sandra wasn’t the least bit impressed with the men’s clothing line. To her, the ce was crawling at a snail’s pace; if she were in charge, customers would be queuing around the block, and profits would be rolling in by the millions every month.


    She believed the shop was barely keeping its head above water. So much for Shepard’s “brilliant” business sense.


    “Starting today, clear out all the stock,” Sandra announced, her tone crisp and final. “I’m giving this ce a full makeover; we’re switching to women’s fashion.”


    The manager blinked in confusion. Everyone knew the store now belonged to Sandra, and arguing with the boss wasn’t smart business. Still, she hesitated. “Miss Harper, the store is actually doing fine now; we pull in about seven million in profit a year. Wouldn’t it be a shame to change everything?”


    Sandra gave her a sharp, almost disdainful look. “What, are you saying my word doesn’t carry weight here?”


    Seeing she had struck a nerve, the manager quickly backpedaled with a nervous smile, replying, “That’s not what I meant, Miss Harper. Whatever you say goes here. What kind of women’s fashion are you thinking of?”


    Sensing the manager’s change in tone, Sandra eased up a little, her voice losing its edge. “Mid to high-end,” she said smoothly. “You’ve been in this business for years. Got any suggestions?”


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    The manager didn’t entirely object to the idea. She didn’t care whether the shop sold men’s or women’s wear, but throwing away a loyal customer base still felt like a waste.


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