Rich girls like to brag about their husbands

“You’re hired, Miranda,” I announced with a smile.

“Huh?!” Miranda exclaimed, her eyes widened in bewilderment. “Woah! thank… thank you!” She was barely containing her excitement.

“Thank you, ma’am!”

The whole day was a blur… well not particularly a blur.

It was filled with a ruckus of thoughts, drawing up a plan and mentally visualizing my new future.

I had a hundred million dollars, a son to take care of, and a business to grow.

I jotted down a few things I needed to start my business. Fabrics, clothes for sale, more clothes, and more fabrics.

Thankfully, Miranda was there to help with the fabrics. She put a call through to one of her trusted suppliers who promised to deliver hundreds of different fabrics by the next week.

After spending all day drawing up a business plan, I stood over the board, looking at it like a detective trying to connect the pattern of a crime. And honestly, my board seemed to be missing a lot of things.

Did I want to sell clothes or make clothes?

If I