10 years later…
"Lady Dawn your numbers for today's sales are in." One of my workers came into my office and showed me. I groaned inwardly at the low numbers. "What am I going to do with these numbers Sebastian? I can't make any money with this!" I spoke furiously and mostly frustrated. He saw this and patted my back. "You should go to the meet then. You know the meet Carter Crushing is having?" I nodded solemnly. "Well then I trust that you have everything under control here. Pardon me." I spoke as I gathered my things; curtsied him as he bowed back, and made my way to the meet.
I made it pretty early. I sat in my place and pulled out some paper and my ball point pen. "Willow?" I looked up to see the man himself. "Hello Mr. Crushing. I hope you don't mind my presence this evening." He bowed as I curtsied. "I never mind being in the presence of one of many smart and elegant women." I laugh off his compliment. "How does your daughter fair?" "She fairs very well. She's very much like her mother." I nodded. "So whom are we meeting today?" He looked through the papers he's had in his hands. "A Mr. Sharpe…. His invention is something about mining clay." I scrunched my eyebrows in deep thought and unknowingly muttered the words interesting. "Well I should see if he is here. Please take a seat and relax. I don't expect this boy to come on time." I nodded and he left. Many other elder men started to file into the room taking their seats.
As always they looked at me thinking that a woman such as me doesn't belong here. "I certainly hate to break it to you men but keep looking at me like that and I'll make sure you won't ever have to see me." I gave them my cold stare downs. They finally looked away as the doors opened to show Mr. Crushing, and Mr. Sharpe. I held my pen as he started his presentation of his invention. When he unveiled the device model it had caught my attention. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Edith sneak in. I ignored her bit irritated that she had walked into this meeting with no right. Then Mr. Crushing had refused Mr. Sharpe's ideal planning's and ended the meeting. I gathered my things but stopped to the device. "Does it really work?" I asked Mr. Sharpe and he gave me a surprised look. "It…does." I nodded with a knowing smile. "Well dear sir, my name is Willow Dawn. I am an investor of sorts, and I am very interested in this clay mining business of yours. Here's my address if you want to make this." I pointed to the machine. "A reality." I saw the shock and happiness in his eyes. I went to go but I felt his hand on my elbow. "Wait you're family name is Dawn? As in The Dawn?" I chuckled a bit. "Why yes I am. I suppose you've heard of my family?" He nodded. "You graduated at a very young age and had many businesses at the age of ten." I gave him a smug smile. "Well seems my reputation never falters. Good day Mr. Sharpe." I curtsied and he bowed.