Riya's POV
As soon as Hiram's car dropped me off in front of my fashion house, I raced into the building, expecting a fire outbreak or a sufferable disaster, something of that kind. But instead of a burning hell, I was greeted by the sight of several customers packed on the sales floor checking out the clothings. The cash registers were beeping non stop as other customers made payments for their clothes and a few other customers yelled at the sales associates in angry, demanding tones.
“How can you tell me that you've run out of the dresses I wanted?! I will not leave this place until I get what I want!”
“This is not the size I want! Get me something else, now!”
“How can you say you've run out of stock? You're just launching!”
“I need the exact designs that girl got or I'm going to
