Reborn as the Psycho Villainess Who Ate Her Slave Beasts' Contracts

"The food court won’t just serve customers. It’ll serve our own staff." She gestured at the trays. "Every employee working in the supermarket gets one free meal per shift. Their choice of anything we offer."

Confused looks.

"Why?" someone asked.

"Because happy workers don’t steal. They don’t complain. They don’t leave for other jobs." Elara’s tone was matter-of-fact. "And when customers see our staff eating the same food enthusiastically, they’ll want to try it too. Free advertising."

Mira actually smiled at that. "Your Highness, that’s... surprisingly kind."

"It’s practical," Elara corrected. "Kindness is irrelevant. Results matter."

But she noted the reactions—softening postures, relaxed shoulders. Loyalty wasn’t built on fear alone. Sometimes you just had to feed people.

Gregor cleared his throat. "Your Highness, when do we begin construction?"

"Immediately," Elara said. "Dimitri has the location secured. Mira has the vendor contracts drafted. Lisa is coordinating staff training." She looked around the room. "I want the first supermarket operational within six weeks."

"Six weeks?" someone sputtered. "Your Highness, that’s—"

"Sufficient time if you stop wasting it on doubt," Elara said. "The building is already empty. The equipment is being fabricated. The recipes are written. All that’s left is execution."

She walked toward the door, then paused.