The days following his visit to the clinic carried a quiet but welcome change. For the first time in months, Ashburn allowed himself to slow down — not to stop, but to breathe. The endless running between shops, warehouses, and the factory had left him more drained than he cared to admit, and Dr. Sara's words still lingered in his mind: "You're running your body like a business without rest days. It's going to protest sooner or later."
So, he decided to take the advice — in his own way.
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The new Khan Enterprises headquarters had grown livelier with each passing week. Phones rang, papers shuffled, and the rhythmic sound of typing filled the air. But Ashburn, instead of handling every detail, now sat calmly behind his desk, going through files that summarized the week rather than each minute.
Across from him, Aisha was explaining a new work schedule to the office assistants. "We're splitting the supervision into zones," she said. "Each branch gets its own monitoring team — daily reports, weekly stock audits, and monthly review with the factory line."
Kainat added from beside her, "And don't forget, advertising starts next week. The team needs the finalized pamphlets and price lists before Friday."
Ashburn listened, pleased. His eyes softened as he saw how naturally both of them had taken charge. For once, he didn't need to interrupt, just guide.
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Later that day, he held the first round of interviews for the supervision and field network team. Dozens of young faces from the city had applied — shopkeepers' sons, recent graduates, and a few with prior retail experience.
He glanced at each candidate closely, not just through conversation, but through the quiet instincts honed by his system's invisible aid. The subtle flickers in body language, the tone shifts when they spoke about responsibility — he caught them all.
Some were honest, hardworking, nervous. Others exaggerated their past jobs or their "team management" skills. A few had the kind of spark he wanted: dependable, steady, and loyal.
By evening, his shortlist was ready — fifteen names that would become the backbone of his expanding network.
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Over the next week, training sessions began. The new hires were divided into small groups, each assigned to a region of the city or nearby villages. Their job: monitor deliveries, check stock rotation, and ensure shop-to-factory coordination stayed seamless.
Aisha handled the financial documentation and payroll for them, while Kainat designed a soft marketing plan — banners for the shops, promotional deals for village retailers, and free samples of A&K Snacks at local gatherings.
"Simple things can build trust faster than big campaigns," Kainat explained during one meeting. "If a farmer eats our snack during a break, he'll remember the brand name more than any billboard."
Ashburn nodded. "You're right. People trust what feels part of their daily life."
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Two weeks later, the advertising team — five young men and two women — began field runs. They loaded small vans with snack boxes, flyers, and portable display stands. Villages around Ashrock, places with names like Hathiwala, Nurpur, and Kalan Kot, soon had brightly colored posters pinned on local shop walls.
Each evening, they'd send short video updates to the office, showing curious children crowding around snack boxes or shopkeepers shaking hands with the new distributors.
Ashburn watched those clips on his office computer with quiet satisfaction. His invisible system quietly showed the analytics beside them — subtle profit increases, distribution reach percentages, and expense reports. It wasn't loud, but it was progress.
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During one lunch break, Aisha leaned against his office door. "You're actually smiling at numbers now. That's new."
He looked up from his laptop. "They're finally behaving."
She rolled her eyes. "Or maybe because you're not trying to handle everything at once."
Ashburn chuckled. "Delegation works, apparently."
"You think?" she teased.
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The changes didn't just stop at work.
As we know Ashburn didnt have a car but after sixth evaluation Ashburn with increasing work decided to buy a car a small modest one costing 500,000 a small Sadan for work and his daily commute and it helps him doing many things and when he comes home with his Car his Moms reaction is like this
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That evening, back home, his mother smiled as she saw the new car parked outside. "Finally! I was tired of watching you come home half-covered in dust every evening."
Ashburn laughed softly. "Guess I had to grow up sometime."
"Grow up? You look older than your father these days," she said, half-joking, half-serious.
He didn't argue. She wasn't entirely wrong.
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By the end of the second month of the seventh evaluation, Khan Enterprises had settled into a rhythm.
The retail branches were stable, the factory lines running smoother, and the new teams working with energy.
But amid the progress, Ashburn still remembered Dr. Sara's calm tone — "Follow up in ten days."
It had been nearly two weeks now.
So, one afternoon, he found himself once again standing outside the small clinic.
The same familiar waiting area greeted him — soft white curtains, the faint scent of disinfectant, and the low hum of the ceiling fan. A mother with a child sat on the bench, an old man waited with a prescription slip. Nothing had changed.
Dr. Sara looked up as he entered. "Ah, Mr. Ashburn," she said with a slight smile. "Back on time, I see. That's rare for people as busy as you."
"Let's just say I've been reminded that my body's not made of steel," he replied lightly.
She gestured for him to sit. "How are the headaches?"
"Less frequent. I've been resting more," he said, glancing around the tidy little office again. There was something refreshing about its simplicity — no corporate gloss, no heavy perfume, just quiet professionalism.
Dr. Sara noted something down. "Good. Your pulse and blood pressure are normal. Just keep a routine — meals, light walks, and sleep. You'll be fine."
He smiled faintly. "You sound like my mother."
"She sounds like a wise woman then," she said, chuckling. "Try listening to both of us."
Their short exchange ended with a friendly nod. As Ashburn stepped out into the afternoon light again, he realized he felt… lighter.
Not because of the medicine, but because, for once, he was learning to let others carry part of the weight.