Three Years Later
“Mrs. Miller, our stocks have dropped again.”
“What?!” Linda Miller shot to her feet, her cold gaze directed at her CFO, who began quivering on her heels.
The CFO was afraid of going on, but she knew the news had to be delivered. “Our stocks dropped by 8% just this morning.”
Kris was sitting in the chair across from his mother's desk. Seeing the stricken look on her face, he feared she was going to have a heart attack. He quickly rushed to her side.
“Mum, are you okay?”
“Okay? How can I be okay, Kris? Didn't you hear what she just said? Our stocks have dropped again. 8% in less than a day!” Linda complained.
Kris pursed his lips into a grim line, also knowing how serious this was. Within just one year, the stocks and sales of his mother's fashion company had fallen
