CHAPTER ONE
Alexandra Gray was the type of person who preferred not to think about unpleasant things. It was going to rain? She'd worry about that tomorrow. Her favorite boots were close to falling apart? She'd take care of that when the literal soles fell off of them.
She knew, however, that her Scarlett O'Hara philosophy of "I'll think about that tomorrow" wasn't the best way to approach running a business. Especially when said business kept losing money month after month. Every quarter, profit dwindled while expenses increased.
Alex stared at her computer screen, hoping that the spreadsheet was adding things incorrectly. That number couldn't be right. But as she reentered the numbers and tabulated them a second, third, even fourth time, the number didn't change.
"s**t," she mumbled
