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I let out a long breath I didn’t know I was holding, and walked toward the library. The room was huge, with tall shelves reaching all the way to the ceiling, filled with thousands of books. There were books about history, science, art, and politics, but most of all, there were books and files about business, finance, and power. They were arranged perfectly, organized in ways that made sense only to someone who knew how the world worked.

Which, in business, was just a long-winded prelude to “yes.” Still… something about her unsettled me. I set the phone down and stared out the window of my office, the skyline blurred by the early morning fog. She wasn’t normal, that was for sure. I didn’t like unpredictability. It left too much room for error, and I didn’t have the luxury of error—not now, not when I was so close. I reached over and pressed the intercom. “Stacy,” I said. “Yes, sir?” “Cancel all my meetings for the day. Reschedule or shift what you can. And call Alfredo; I want those acquisition files on my desk by tomorrow morning. If I don’t get them, he can forget the funding.”

"Faster than most people. I usually finish a book in a day if I have time." He leaned back in his chair. "What do you read?" "Everything. History. Narrative nonfiction. Novels, if they're good." I paused. "Business writing, sometimes. If it's actually about ideas and not just someone padding a magazine article into a book." Something shifted in his expression. "Which business writers?" "Depends on what I'm reading about." I kept my voice even. "Industry-specific stuff is usually better in journal form than book form. Too much gets lost in the translation to general audience."

"And He wouldn't hurt you in such a public place." When I was done picking the books, I left the store and decided to get something to eat. Back at the bookstore, I had bought two romance books, one on self-care and another on financial management. They were the most interesting for me and the financial management book made me miss my university days. It wasn't a textbook but it brought back many memories. My grip on the paper bag tightened as I thought of something bad. I went to school to be able to properly control my family's business and now, I couldn't even work in any cooperate businesses. I sighed and gave my head a light shake.

he advises. I thank him with a nod and watch as he bounces back behind the counter to finish his own book. I pick through a couple that have interesting covers, but after reading the jackets I put them down. It takes me forever to finally find one that sounds like it may work. The Business of Business sounds boring enough to put me to sleep. I don’t want to spend any more time digging through stacks, so I grab a random paperback that’s sitting on the edge of the table before heading to the counter. “Excellent choice!” the bookkeeper chirps as he rings me up. “This one here is a riveting read,” he says, holding up the paperback I hadn’t even glanced at.

"Tell me more about the areas you're having trouble with." Jamie took a deep breath, and said, “strategic planning, market analysis, and financial management. Those are my problem areas.” Tasha checked the time on her wristwatch and smiled at Jamie. "I understand your concerns, Jamie," Tasha said. "These topics can be overwhelming at first, but they become clearer with practice and a deep understanding of the fundamentals.” Jasmine nodded, listening attentively to all that she was explaining. “I'm going to give you two books to read.” she stood up and walked to her large bookshelf, pulling out two books. She returned to her desk and dropped them in front of Jamie. “Here they are. I want you

Her father was too careful for that. She moved to the bookshelf behind the desk, ran her fingers along the spines. Law volumes. Business biographies. Bound financial reports from the last decade. Then she stopped. One volume sat slightly further from the wall than the others,just slightly.The kind of thing you'd only notice if you were looking. She pulled it out. A bound copy of the Hart Consortium annual report from four years ago. She opened it.Nothing on the first pages. Standard corporate reporting. Then, near the back, tucked between the last page and the back cover ,

’ Crystal thought to herself with glee. Gazing over to her chosen books once again which was entitled. ‘The Path To Modern Business Evolution’, ‘Architect’s Diary: From Land To Empire’, and ‘To Build An Empire With A Penny’. She knew that they all focused on one similar topic, and that was to educate the reader to think about the development and possible advances which is linked to choices.

I walked toward the shelves, running my fingers lightly along the spines of the books. Most of them were about business. Finance. Corporate law. All things Julian had been teaching me. All things I didn’t care about before. But now— I pulled out one of the folders stacked on the desk. My name wasn’t on it. Neither was Julian’s. It was labeled with something else. A company name I didn’t recognize. I frowned slightly, flipping it open. Inside were documents. Old ones. Contracts. Reports. My eyes moved quickly over the pages until something caught my attention.

What am I doing? And this is not about Richard, by the way. It’s absolutely unrelated. It’s simply my life. I need … I don’t know. A new direction. A different energy. There’s a book lying on a nearby chair and I reach for it. It’s called The Reverse Principle: Change Your Business Strategy Forever, and 10 million copies sold!! is stamped across the cover.