Two Million for a Dress? You'll Regret That Bill
I go to the boutique my son has invested in to pick up the gown I've ordered for a banquet. Just as I'm about to leave, the manager, Wendy Reed, stops me and says that I still owe them money.
She pulls out the bill. I look down at it and see that the boutique is charging me 300 thousand dollars for their creativity, 500 thousand dollars for fabric therapy, and one million dollars for their chief designer's mental wellness.
On top of other expenses, the price totals up to two million dollars. I laugh incredulously and send a message to my secretary.
"Withdraw our funding from my son's company and this boutique!"