The dresses for the "Deep Space" women's collection were nearly finished.
Aira carried her design drafts, planning to head to headquarters for some coordination. She was received by the head designer, Shelly, who glanced at Aira's designs with disdain, pushing her glasses up her nose.
"Don't you know there's a men's version too?"
Aira had taken over the project rather suddenly, and no one had informed her about this, leading to a gap in information. "Alright, then could you provide me with the model's measurements?"
Shelly laughed even more exaggeratedly. "Measurements? Are you even professional? You don't know the basic data dimensions?"
"Cold, lifeless data represents a human body—I don't think that's appropriate." Aira knew Shelly was deliberately making things difficult, but she c
