C37 The fashion show

In the office of Sha Group…

Roan Sha was leaning over a pile of design blueprints, the silver watch on his wrist catching the sunlight spilling from the tall windows. With a tired sigh, he pressed the intercom button.

“Eena, is everything ready for the launch of our new product line?”

“Yes, Mr. Sha,” Elena responded, walking in with a tablet and a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes