The Luxury Store Manager Threw a Woman’s Handbag on the Floor — Then He Learned She Had Bought His Entire Company

Chapter 18

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The quiet frustration when a seam failed to lie correctly.

The satisfaction of watching a garment take shape.

She walked slowly through the studio with the production director.

He was a white American man in his late fifties, experienced in garment manufacturing, with reading glasses hanging from a cord around his neck.

He had worked at Leonne for twenty-six years.

He loved the craft.

But he looked tired.

When the owner asked about staffing, he hesitated.

"We've lost people."

"How many?"

He gave the number.

It was worse than she expected.

Several highly skilled technicians had retired.

Others accepted jobs elsewhere.

Some left because wages no longer matched the difficulty of the work.

And a few departed after the company moved production contracts away from longtime workshops.

The owner looked toward a garment being fitted on a dress form.

The construction was beautiful.

"Who made this?"

The production director gestured toward an older woman near the windows.

"She did most of the pattern work."

The owner approached.

The woman was sixty-four, with close-cropped gray hair, deep-brown skin, and hands marked by decades of fine sewing.

She looked up.

"Good morning."

The owner smiled.

"Good morning."

The older woman studied her.

Then looked toward the production director.

"Is this our new chair?"

He nodded.

"Yes."

The seamstress stood.

The owner extended her hand.

"Please don't stop working on my account."

The older woman smiled slightly.

"That depends."

The owner raised an eyebrow.

"On what?"

"Whether you're going to ask us to make the same dress cheaper with half the fabric."

The production director looked alarmed.

"Please—"

But the owner laughed.

A genuine, surprised laugh.

"No."

The older seamstress studied her.

"Good."

Then she gestured toward the dress form.

"Because this design needs the weight in the skirt. You take it away, and it stops moving properly."

The owner stepped closer.

"May I?"

The seamstress nodded.

She lifted the edge of the garment carefully.

Examined the lining.

Then looked toward the older woman.

"You balanced the seams differently from the original sketch."

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