“Marissa, please save me! You have to save me!” Tomiwa said as she ran into Marissa’s mega boutique, dropped her bag on the floor, and sat down on the couch in the reception with a desperate look.

“What? What is it?” Marissa rushed out from behind one of the shelves, where she had been explaining things to the new salesgirls she had just gotten in time for the grand opening the following week. She went to the door to check on what had her sister-in-law in a flurry. When she couldn’t see anything that warranted the panicked run of Tomiwa, she came back to where she was seated and signaled...