Hazel's POV
The morning sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office. I thumbed through the financial reports Quentin Young, my newly hired manager, had prepared. The numbers were impressive. My company had grown faster than I'd anticipated.
"These projections look solid," I said, looking up at Quentin. "You've done excellent work streamlining our supply chain."
Quentin, a trim man with shrewd eyes and salt-and-pepper hair, nodded. "Thank you, Ms. Shaw. I've also identified three potential production partners in Milan that could cut our manufacturing costs by eighteen percent."
I made a note on my tablet. "Set up meetings with them next month when I'm there for Fashion Week."
A knock interrupted us. Cherry, my assistant, poked her head in, her expression strained.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, Ms. Shaw, but your stepmother is here. She's demanding to see you immediately."
