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Ben's eyes blurred as he sat at his desk, staring at spreadsheets for the better part of a day, desperately trying to make the numbers even out. No matter what he did or how he adjusted things, there just wasn't any way to balance out the money to make the new cereal line without some give and take somewhere. He put his finger behind his tie to loosen it a bit and undid his top button. Some days, it just wasn't possible to keep going without a little extra blood flow to the brain box. He'd just received new quotes from the vendors for the new equipment this morning. He'd have to keep adjusting the spreadsheets to see how he could make the figures work out with these new quotes. When a firm knock came on his door, he looked up.
"Come," he called out.
Mabel peeked her head inside the do
