Chapter 7

March. The Sterling Department Store Boardroom.

The atmosphere was suffocating. On the mahogany conference table, the red ink on the financial reports was an eyesore.

"What the hell is going on, Liam?!" Old Man Sterling roared, slamming the table. "Why has our stock dropped 30%? Why has our cash flow severed?"

Liam was sweating profusely, his tie askew. "Father, it's... it's the macroeconomic clim