Chapter 215: A New Formula

Gabrielle Smut was also poring over financial reports. Unlike Margaret Santee's buoyant mood, Gabrielle's was anything but. She held two reports, one in each hand. One belonged to Smut Perfume, the other to Margaret Beauty. The trend charts couldn't have been more different. One arrow kept plunging downward, while the other surged ahead like it had a song in its throat. Gabrielle slammed both reports onto the desk and pinched the bridge of her nose, a dull ache blooming behind her eyes. "What's...