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    Sandra didn’t close the store until well past ten that night. Afterward, she sat down with the manager to go over the numbers. The results were staggering—over ten million in sales, and more than half their inventory was wiped out. A quick calction revealed the hard truth. They were staring at a three-million-dor loss.


    Worse still, her membership recharge promo had tanked. Fewer than one percent of customers had signed up.


    The loss was a bit too much for her. Sandra had expected to take a small hit at first, sure. But she hadn’t meant to bleed this much in one day.


    As she sat there, lost in figures and frustration, her phone rang. It was Keira calling.


    “Sweetheart! How much did you make today—several million, right?” Keira’s voice was bursting with excitement; she was clearly too happy to sleep. “I saw the Harpers pitching in, and Dalton himself! Oh, darling, if you can get him back to your store a few more times, you’ll be swimming in cash.”


    She kept chattering on, unaware of Sandra’s bad mood.


    Finally, Sandra’s patience snapped. “Mom, what are you talking about? Dalton’s visit almost destroyed my store today! The crowd he brought in was insane—I could barely keep things from copsing! Stop saying stuff like that; you don’t know what you’re talking about.”


    Sandra could hardly contain her frustration. Losing some money was one thing, but watching over three million disappear in a single day was beyond what she’d ever imagined. The renovations for her two stores alone had swallowed up four million, and she had spent another one and a half million on inventory. Altogether, nearly ten million was gone. Only a few days earlier, she and Jordy had poured one hundred and fifty million into a new venture.


    Now, she was left with barely thirty million to her name. Sure, thirty million was still a hefty sum, but earning all her lost money back wouldn’t be as simple as spending it.


    Running a business had turned out to be far more difficult than she’d expected.


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    A wave of regret washed over her as she thought about involving the Harper family, especially Dalton. If Dalton’s fans hadn’t crowded the store, she wouldn’t have taken such a heavy hit.


    Thinking ahead, she nned to return to normal operations once the three-day promotion ended. The profit per clothing item was barely a hundred to three hundred dors. After she paid sries andmissions, there was almost nothing left. At that rate, recovering the three million could take years. It was only the first day, and already, she was drowning in regret.


    She used to think earning about eight million a year was nothing special. If she managed the stores herself, she had expected no less than twenty million a year in profit. Now, she finally understood how wrong she’d been.


    But it was far toote for regrets—the money was already gone. All she could do now was pray that the next two days wouldn’t bring as much loss.


    Keira wouldn’t stop talking. “Celebrities are goldmines, I swear! Just convince Dalton to show up one more day in your store, and you’ll be raking in cash. Sweetheart, you’re destined to hit it big. I must’ve done something amazing in a past life to have a daughter like you!”


    Sandra’s patience snapped when she heard that. “That’s enough, Mom. I need to review the numbers. I should hang up.” With that, she ended the call.


    When the day finally wound down, she couldn’t bring herself to face the full extent of the losses. Forcing a smile, she dismissed her staff with forced joy.


    “We crushed it today! Bonuses for everyone this month!”


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