Zarina is a meticulous woman; in every project she creates, she never allows a single thread to overrun because, in the principles of fashion, it signifies a defect that needs to be discarded.
"Phew! Finally," she exclaimed, wiping a bead of sweat forming on her brow. Then, she dialed Simon's number. After a few rings, Simon answered the call formally.
"Hello, this is Martinez Corporation; how may I help you?" Simon's voice resonated in Zarina's ears.
"Hello, Simon. This is Zarina. I want to ask if the CEO is available for a fit check of his suit?"
"Oh, hello, madam. Sure, madam. For a while, I will connect the call to sir."
"Uhm, wait, Simon. Can I drop the call for a while? I need to pee, hehe," Zarina said with an awkward laugh.
'Damn! Why, all of a sudden, did my excretory system betray me at this critical moment,' Zarina screamed in her mind.
"Okay, madam. I'll call you after five minutes," Simon replied, then he hung up the call.