Young Entreprenuers; Tuesday [ 04/17], 4;00 pm.
Turtle came in and dropped a big box onto the table and drew in a deep breath. "H'okay, listen up." She turned an eye sharply around to the others and any potential...children. "Glitter stuff came in, so today's our manual labor day, because we're good little self-made capitalists here." With potential child laborers, bonus. "There's a little instruction chart up on the board to follow, but it's pretty simple. The important part is gonna be the labels. We can bottle 'em up and then tomorrow, come in, grab your supply, and start selling! Make yourselves a projected quota and try to reach it. If you don't, then...I don't know, we cut off your finger? I got nothin'. If you don't, well, then, you suck and are a shame to the club and your country."
She grinned winningly. "Let's work."
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She grinned winningly. "Let's work."
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