"We've already purchased new fabrics as you instructed; the workers at the factory are rushing to get the work done." Angie walked in frowning, still complaining, "These guys are just too much. The fabrics looked fine on the outside, but when you open them up, it's all unraveled and snags... all defective goods, totally unusable."
The studio had just started, and the sales volume of the finished clothes had not picked up yet. To avoid having the factory workers idle without income, Ivana Bennett had ordered her subordinates to develop some custom business.
This time, they had taken on a company's uniform customization order, only to encounter troubles with the fabric.
The batch of fabrics had cost tens of thousands of yuan, which to Ivana Bennett was a minor sum that could be ignored.
But she still cared a lot about it personally.
