"Clips4Sale isn’t just a business—it’s us ," Mae insists, her voice cracking during one particularly heated family meeting. "Who will run it if you two don’t?" "I’ll sell earrings on a beach in Bali," Bailey shot back, her sketches of modern clip designs crumpled under the table. "Great, let’s just pretend you’re not your mother’s kid," George muttered, avoiding both Mae’s glare and Jake’s teary eyes.