Sonia's grip on her tablet tightened as she scrolled through article after article, each one praising the Sinclair Group's new designs and proclaiming them superior to those of CK Fashions. Her eyes narrowed, her annoyance growing with each passing moment. She dropped the tablet with a loud thud on her desk, the sound echoing through the room.
Her face twisted in frustration, sonia picked up her phone and dialed Miranda's number. The phone rang for a few moments before Miranda's voice sounded on the other end.
"How are you doing?" Miranda asked, her tone cheerful and oblivious to the storm brewing on the other end of the line.
Sonia's response was laced with incredulity. "Do I sound fine?" she sputtered, her voice rising in anger. "What's going on, Miranda? How come the Sinclair Group's new designs are way better than the ones you gave to me?"