Daisy held her breath as she ran her Stanley knife along the cardboard edge. She dropped the knife onto the table amongst the bank statements and bills; her future balanced precariously on the box's contents.

One thousand ‘Aphrodite’ dresses. She’d have to check each one before sending them to Apex Stores. She examined the soft cotton, the gold embroidery on floaty white fabric. Her heart stopped as she noticed the gathering, the design feature that was meant to accentuate the décolletage, was in fact at the back of the dress.

Daisy hit the floor with a resounding thud.

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