"The Fashion week is fast approaching, Doreen. We really need to get all hands in desk. How many of the designs we chose has been worked on?" Alexandra asked as she dropped her bag and sat on her office chair, check-in through the designs.

"Two has been made."

"Only two? This is just few weeks to the Fashion show. How the hell are we going to meet up?" Alexandra hissed angrily as she switched off the tablet, dropping it on her table.

"The problem is about our materials. We got some materials from Dubai, but they have not been sent yet. When I called the factory some days ago, they...