Chapter 36 Chapter 36 Huge Sales and A New Record
Rebecca’s POV
Patience wasn’t my strong suit, but I found it occasionally rewarding. As the partnership of Authentic Authentics with the Valentines Coglomerate aired across multiple news outlets, I leaned into my network to amplify its visibility and maximize sales.
As a businesswoman, selling came naturally to me. Leveraging connections? That was second nature. My first step had been simple yet effective: ensuring the store made headlines. Now, nearly everyone in Mandena knew about Authentic Authentics. If not all, then certainly the majority.
The second step was to ensure the event’s success by drawing in influential personalities. People are naturally drawn to success, and when they see prominent figures frequent a place, it cements an unshakable trust in its authenticity.
I composed a message, deliberate and precise:
“I will be hosting an exclusive event showcasing luxurious goods at Authentic Authentics. Your presence would be an honor.”
I sent it to an elite group of contacts—the same people who worked with my late mother, who had seen me rise to prominence. They owed her memory their respect, and by extension, they owed me.
By 4 p.m., I arrived at the store, punctual as always. The event was slated to begin at 4:30 p.m., giving me just enough time to inspect every detail.
“Welcome, ma’am,” Diana greeted me warmly as I stepped out of the car.
“You’re welcome, ma’am,” added Mrs. Brooks, my vice president.
Natasha emerged from the car beside me, both of us dressed sharply in tailored suits. Our appearance—stylish, authoritative—set the tone for the evening.
The press was already swarming outside, their cameras rolling, capturing every moment. By the time the event officially began, the room was filled with a curated selection of Mandena’s elite. Among them were the President of Golden Penny Group, renowned for their dominance in the food industry, representatives from Elegant Luxurious Autos, and the founder of Designer’s Designer clothing brand.
We showcased our finest goods, each piece embodying craftsmanship and exclusivity. The strategy was simple: create scarcity, command premium prices, and set new standards. It worked. Every guest purchased items well above their original value, transforming the evening into an unprecedented success.
I allowed myself a brief smirk. This was the kind of achievement that would dominate the news for days. Mandena had never seen anything like it, and neither had Gabriel.
The memory of a conversation with him floated to the surface. Back when we were married, he’d been desperate for new investors.
“Why don’t you host an event and showcase your new line to your trusted investors?” I had suggested.
He’d dismissed it. “No one’s ever done that in Mandena.”
But wasn’t that the point? To take risks no one else dared to? To succeed where others failed to even try?
I smirked again, imagining the look on his face when he saw tonight’s coverage. The man who dismissed my advice would now see my success paraded across every screen in Mandena.
By the time the event ended, Natasha and I retreated home, exhausted but exhilarated. We popped open a bottle of champagne and sat before the TV, letting the chefs bring us a well-earned dinner.
“Today, the President of Valentine Conglomerate, Ms. Rebecca Harrington, hosted an exclusive launch for Authentic Authentics, a luxurious goods store,” the anchor announced. “This launch, the first of its kind in Mandena, is expected to set a new sales record in the city’s business sector.”
The screen shifted to footage of the event, and my face prominently featured among the city’s elite. Natasha raised her glass in a silent toast.
“Cheers to success,” she said, a mischievous glint in her eye.
As we celebrated, a thought lingered in the back of my mind—a plan already set in motion. Gabriel had long relied on his loyal investors and executives to keep his empire afloat. If he lost them, Moretti shoes would crumble finally.
I sipped my champagne, letting Natasha chatter about the night’s triumph. The seeds had been planted, but I wouldn’t reveal what I’d done—not yet.
Success tasted even sweeter when it was served with a side of poetic justice.
I waited until the next morning before even letting Natasha know of this plan.
"This is brutal, Rebecca. Gabriel would crumble. He would not be able to survive this fall at all."
I sirmked at her words. Isn't this what I originally wanted? a lesson to be taught to him, a lesson for him to learn, and by this, in his next life, he would never, and I repeat, never treat a woman dirty, never betray a woman, and never try to take a woman's life.
And if he were such a man who has now changed to a new life, he'd already know what to do. He'd already found a means to atone for his crime. But he never did. And as such, I am never going to back down.