The agent tapped his fingers thoughtfully on the desk. "You're in luck, my lady. A few prime spots have opened up recently. Let me fetch the map."
He rummaged through a drawer and spread a parchment map across the table. His fingers trailed over the inked streets of the city.
"This one," he said, pointing to a red-marked square near a curved road, "is right by the Central Market. Hundreds pass through daily—vendors, travelers, locals. It's loud, but if visibility is what you want, it's perfect."
He slid his finger eastward. "Now this—near the artisan quarter. Less crowded, but filled with the kind of people who pay attention. Wealthy patrons, noblewomen, youngsters. If your business leans toward elegance or intellect, this could be a quieter, more refined choice."
Then, he tapped one last location. "And here's something new. Near the city's newly built fountain plaza. It's still gaining attention, but the city plans to hold regular events there. Investing early could give you the upper hand."
He looked up at Serena. "So, Lady Serena, what kind of empire are you planning to build?"
Serena leaned back in her chair, eyes scanning the map laid across the agent's desk. A glint of inspiration flickered in her gaze.
"I am planning to set up a boutique," she said. "A refined clothing store—not just selling garments, but crafting elegance. Clothes for the people, made with care, style, and dignity."
The agent blinked in surprise. "A clothing store, my lady?"
"Yes," Serena replied with a nod. "Simple, noble, elegant. I want to hire local seamstresses and tailors—make it a place of beauty and livelihood."
The agent, intrigued, tapped his chin. "In that case, the southern merchant plaza is your best bet. It's bustling with foot traffic, and nobles often stroll there to browse finer goods. There is also a building located there. The quality isn't good but with few touches, your store would be the first of its kind there."
Serena smiled. "Perfect. Prepare the paperwork."
Stepping outside, Serena was greeted by Rika's anxious expression.
"Your Grace… are you sure about this?" Rika asked, wringing her hands. "What if the business fails?"
Serena turned to her, her expression calm and steady. "Don't worry. Everything will be fine."
She glanced at Aiden, who stood attentively nearby. "Aiden, check out the building thoroughly. Make sure everything is in order and check the paperwork thoroughly before sending it to me."
"Yes, Your Grace." Aiden bowed and left hurriedly.
As Serena turned toward the waiting carriage, Dyanne silently stepped forward and offered her hand. Serena took it as the summer wind blowed her pink hair.
The wheels began to turn as the carriage set off.
Aiden returned shortly with the paperwork in hand, presenting it to Serena. She took a moment to examine the documents, her eyes scanning with concentration. After a thorough review, she gave a small nod of approval and signed it.
"The building is abandoned," Serena said, her voice calm but firm as she handed the papers back to Aiden. "Although the location is perfect, the condition of the building is far from ideal. Do your best to restore it—bring back its strength. We need it to stand out, to shine again."
Aiden nodded respectfully, fully aware of the challenge ahead, but confident in his abilities. "Understood, Your Grace. I'll oversee the renovations and ensure everything is up to standard."
Serena's eyes narrowed as she added, "Also, send notices to the Fine Arts Guild. We'll need skilled seamstresses, tailors, and designers. We can't afford to start with anything less than excellence."
"Yes, Your Grace," Aiden said, bowing before he left to handle the tasks.
Serena sat back in her chair. The thought of running a store fell on her heavily yet she felt excitement.