"Grace, here's eight thousand. It's the profit from this period—the dividend I promised you. However, I've used all my cash to buy the storefront and still need to cover renovations, so I'm a bit short. I'm going to have to 'requisition' this from you for now. We'll stick to our original agreement, though. Once we start making a profit, we'll split everything fifty-fifty."
Hayley pulled a small, cloth-wrapped bundle from her red suitcase. Inside was a thick stack of bills.
Grace stared, dumbfounded. "Hayley, you…"
"Even brothers keep clear accounts. I won't waste time with pleasantries. We'll stick to our agreement. I was originally going to wire this to you, but since Mom's shop is about to open, I just brought it with me."
"The family has five shops now. After rent and employee wages, we probably clear three to five thousand a month. After all, you can't expect clothing sales to be great every single day."
