The meeting room was surprisingly quiet. Only Rachel's voice was talking openly. Forty-five minutes later, she finished her speech, holding her hands on the table, and calmly said, "If you have any questions, please raise them"
Chief Nilton was first to raise an objection: "I don't agree with your plan! What you call fast fashion seriously deviates from the original intention of artistic creation and is plagiarism! Valquíria is a stylish brand-"
"My dream is to tell everyone by actual action that women are not weak, and women do not dress up to please men.
Chief Nilton do you remember where that is from.
When Founder Madam Valquíria, designs and clothes became popular, this was what she said and her intentions behind the company itself. It was never about the clothes or the design itself it was about. The will power and the confidence of a women.
As an excellent designer, I think you have the ability to tell what is plagiarism and what is imitation. Like my outfit, do you recall which famous designer was this was made by."
"….." he said nothing as he snorted. "Why, would I know what some 3rd rate Designer made."
"You don't remember do you" Rachel laughed with a made smiling as she slides her phone. As an article and outfit popped. "This outfit was produced five years and had accumulated about 10 million sales worldwide. It is a very popular outfit, and launched a new designer's career and path to a fashion name"
Rachel started to scrolling down the new article to revel the name of the designer.
Chief Nilton went pale as he saw his name.
"Couldn't even recognize you success story could you. Did you really design this outfit or did your girlfriend who committed suicide a few months after your name made it big." Rachel looked at him like a pig, her face completely frosty as before she suddenly smiled.
Chief Nilton lost color in his face.
"Oh, I have more.��� She slides her phone Showing a selfie of herself and a picture the same outfit she is wearing. The designer's name and their brand where clearly seem. She continued to name off every outfit, their, release date, their sales, the designer.
"I found it very amusing that, every single one of you thought I was vulgar, for dressing so boldly. And yet, for some of you its was an outfit you designed, but, most definitely what I have been wearing since I worked here is all our brand."
"….."
"Now, that I finished with that please vote on this business plan. Please raise your hand if you agree."
After a short silence, everyone raised their hands, except for Chief Nilton who was still deadly pale, and finally chose to compromise under everyone's starvation.
Then there was thunderous applause.
"That was a wonderful presentation." President Érico said with a smile as he held out his, Rachel didn't take it as she placed a packet in his hand. Without any expression.
He started to read it, suddenly, even he went pale. Which took the room by surprise.
"Surprised, From day one, I worked as a low level employee to understand the problems of the company. Your mother retired and the company had already severely gone down in sales.
How Could she not be worried.
She wanted to place someone into the company you didn't, and the only person she had some faith in was a shareholder and investor who was always hands off when it came to the company.
I'm sure remember the name of the second largest shareholder in Valquíria."
'Laís Silva Sanches' President Érico thought his demeanor seemed to have sunk.
"And just this afternoon, your mother had sighed over the rest of the shares over to me. An appointed me the CEO of Valquíria Fashion International. This will also be announced to the remaining shareholders later on in the day.
Of Course, you will be keeping your President Position and the current shares that you where given will still be yours. As for the position of CEO, you'll have to give up." Rachel smiled, Laís sometimes loved giving people heaven before dragging them to Hell.
"..."
Silence followed as some started to understand what was going on. They had a new Boss.
Seven Years Later...
Rachel placed her keys down as she watched her Nephew run inside and hug his ugly melted faced dog. He had just won another karate competition.
She had been long used to this mut and taking care of it. So she hardly flinched at. Less could be said about the housekeeper and every nanny that scream every time they see the gentle monster.
Chief Nilton is no longer working, he is behind bars. Rachel had submitted evidence of him killing his girlfriend for her designs. While, Evelyn was also left with no job on the accounts of mistreatment of other employees and plagiarism.
Rachel had worked hard to clean out the company of useless people and filling them with competent characters.
President Érico, worked till he was absolutely bloodshot, he disappointed his mother with his own conduct. He is trying to fight to earn back not only her trust but his position.
As for these two years, Valquíria had become and international sensation and as been produced outfits and bold female products with amazement.
Ding,
Her Nephew has regular friends that come to play at his 'cool' house. They make a mess in the third room all the time with the Legos. It nearly kills her every time when she walks in there and steps on just one.
She opened the door to see about five kids and their parents walk in. They find it necessary wo visit because Rachel has a cool house and think because their Kids are friends with hers, they can come and chat her up all the time.
They often hang around the balcony sometimes the walk straight into the jacuzzi on the outdoor veranda.
Yeah, Rachel had moved to a bigger and more comfortable apartment. Since they weren't really bad people, she didn't mind. So she said nothing when they came over to hang around.