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One evening, his friend Clara, a seasoned merchant, sat him down. "Leo," she said, "you are flying blind. You need a story of your own—a story told in numbers. You need an (Income and Expense Report)." Leo sighed. "I’m a baker, Clara, not a mathematician."

Then came the hard part—the right side. He began to list every copper spent: Flour, sugar, yeast, and butter. The Upkeep: Rent for the shop and wood for the fires. otchet o rashode i dohode

The gold from a large wedding cake he had delivered. One evening, his friend Clara, a seasoned merchant,