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    Unconvinvinced by Ernst’s disappointed expression, Sandra believed he secretly hoped her venture would falter. Her marketing strategy, born from days of brainstorming and inspired by other shops’ anniversary campaigns, seemed foolproof to her. Yet Ernst had dismissed it with a single remark.


    She now thought discussing it with the Harpers was pointless. Noticing Sandra’s defiance, Ernst saw no point in detailing the n’s weaknesses. If she lost money, it wouldn’t dent the Harpers’ wealth—a few million, perhaps ten at most, was trivial for them.


    “Any other promotional ideas?” he inquired.


    Brimming with assurance, Sandra said, “A membership recharge deal. Top up 1,000, get an extra 200; 2,000 gets 500; 10,000 gets 3,000. Plus, every purchase adds its value to your membership bnce. I saw a bakery pull this off brilliantly, and I’m confident it’s a winning tactic for my store.”


    After a pause, she added, “That bakery offered 30 extra for a 100 top-up, 80 for 200, 120 for 300, 200 for 500, and raked in 700,000 in a day. I’m projecting my clothing boutique could see tens of millions in revenues.”


    Ernst exchanged a doubtful nce with Brenna, both believing Sandra’s n wouldn’t work. After all, a bakery’s tactics didn’t neatly trante to a clothing store. Still, they held back criticism to avoid upsetting Sandra.


    Sandra continued, outlining her vision. “I’ve stocked 10,000 items, worth 5 million. The salests three days. With your support in spreading the word, I’m certain I’ll clear the inventory and build a loyal customer base.”


    Brenna, anticipating losses, reasoned that for a grand opening, attracting customers outweighed immediate profits. Every business invests in its clients.


    “Your strategy is strong. Keep going. I’ll swing by early tomorrow to help promote,” she said.


    Ernst nodded. “Count me in.”


    Dalton, who had initially declined to attend Sandra’sunch, was now crafting a social media post. He showed it to her, saying, “Send me some store photos, and I’ll share them.”


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    Surprised, Sandra gratefully sent a batch of photos. Within moments, she checked Dalton’s social media. He had posted, and she quickly liked it, adding her store’s address in ament.


    Ernst and Brenna reposted it, alerting theirworks to rally support.


    The family lingered in warm conversation until ten in the evening, when they retired to their rooms.


    Inside her room, Brenna video-called Ethan for an update. While signing documents, Ethan said, “You won’t believe this—Hector is dead. A massive st took out his hotel a week ago. Police only identified him among the victims yesterday after checking the casualty list.”


    Stunned, Brenna replied, “I thought he woulde after us for ruining his major deal. Never imagined he would just die like that. Talk about karma! His shady dealings must have offended the universe itself. Any clue who’s behind the explosion? No way that was an ident.”


    Ethan responded, “No one has taken credit yet, but I’d wager it’s his brother or cousin. His family has been locked in a fierce power struggletely—wouldn’t shock me.” With a sly grin, he added, “Saves us a headache.”


    It was broad daylight where Ethan was, and he barely had time to breathe. The Norview branch was buried in problems, and he’d be stuck untangling them for a few more days. On the phone, he said to Brenna, “Saw your post on social media. Had Neville st it out to all ourpany group chats—my way of helping.”


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