THE FORCED MARRIAGE PROPOSAL

(VS LABEL’S meeting room)

Vincenzo’s tensed forehead had veins popping continuously due to the heated discussion going on. The new exclusive collection wasn’t bringing much to the company.

“Sir, why don’t we bring new models? Maybe new entries in the industry.” One suggested.

“Bring your resignation letter to me after the meeting. Don’t you remember how things had turned up last time?” Vincenzo yelled at his marketing manager.

Mr. Dallow trembled in fear and slipped into his chair to avoid his boss’s fury.

“Why did I hire you fat-witted administrators in my company? Not one fucking idea you idiots could deliver. If none speaks up within the next 5 seconds, you will be quitting today.” He banged his hand on the table, loud and clear with his words.

“5,4,3,2- “The new creative director raised his hand.

“Go ahead.” Vincenzo had low expectations but still acted, paying enough attention to the director’s words.

“Why don’t we create some hype? This collection might have had a big launch but