Trouble Magnet

In a spacious, minimalist office, Rebecca Luansing was buried in paperwork. Her hands moved as fast as her mouth. She grumbled and cursed at the overwhelming workload, but there was no one to vent to because she was her own boss.

"Wow, just wow. I've got a boatload of cash, like seriously loads of it! And I have to keep grinding!" she said with sarcasm, speed-reading some accounting reports. "I'm fixing the mess left behind by the past boycott, hunting for new suppliers and manufacturers. I also have to keep up with the public, deal with that crazy witch Linda, and babysit her kids. Man, I'm exhausted, really damn tired."

Despite her continuous complaints, she kept on working.

The success of DearBeak Co. and Drake's investment had brought such a significant change to her life that she realized she shouldn't complain about it.

"Excuse me, ma'am," Kian, one of Aunt Beck's executive secretaries, approached her.

"What?" she responded irritably.