19

 

On Sunday afternoon, Amanda walked out of her family home, feeling dejected. 

Half an hour ago, she had walked into the house, feeling optimistic.

Thanks to a call from Rachel, the housekeeper, she was finally able to catch her father alone, outside work. She had hoped to make a last plea and hope that he backed off where Lemaiyan Fits was concerned. 

"I know you feel as if you have no control over anything at the moment," he had told her, pouring her a cup of tea. "But it's only for a moment."

"Why? Why now? Do you also believe that I'm not capable of running the company?"

He had shaken his head. "No, of course not, dear. Amanda, you checked the reports. The board is concerned about the profit margin."

"The profit margin is pretty satisfying, Dad."

"It is, but it's not on par with the other companies. It could be better if you tapped into the market we're targeting with the new collection."

"Dad. We a