A season had ended and another was coming, the worst season for designers, Summer.
Adam sat in his office the files on his table almost towering over him. It was almost the deadline for releasing their summer line and his designers had presented nothing new.
For a mediocre company, maybe 3 or 4 out of the designs they had presented were okay. However, this is JoDa House, their line had to be spectacular, beyond criticism.
As he went through the designs again, he could literally feel his blood pressure rising.
'What to do' he thought.
'I need a definite design in a week.'
As he sort for solutions in his mind, he suddenly pressed a button on his table. Within 2 minutes a knock resonated through his office and he grunted a response.
A tall man clad in a black suit entered the office,
