I stepped into the office that morning knowing exactly what was waiting for me.
The air crackled with tension, and the click of my heels was swallowed by the chaos. Designers were hunched over their desks, fabric scraps of as everywhere, and Jax’s voice thundered down the open-plan floor, raw, carrying fury in every word.
“This is f*****g embarrassing! If I wanted amateur hour, I’d hire interns!”
“Sir, if I may…”
“No, you may not!” Jax glared at the designer who spoke up “Your opinion holds no water in my world. If you still want this job, shut the f**k up!”
Everyone flinched, and bowed down their heads, with trembling hands.
“All these designs are f*****g garbage! Do you want my models to look like a joke on the runway? Fix it or get out!”
Everyone froze when I walked in.
Jax’s
