The bustle of the Sinclair group store was alive with activity, its shelves lined with an array of Sinclair group products. Mrs. Sinclair, matriarch of the Sinclair family, made her way into the shop with her youngest daughter, June, in tow.
As the two women perused the aisles, the workers made a subtle retreat, their reverence for the Sinclairs evident in their silent bows and respectful gestures. After all, as members of the Sinclair family, the women were granted a unique privilege, the ability to shop for any item they desired, free of charge.
