CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY ONE – PLANNING FOR THE FASHION WEEK

The fluorescent lights of the conference room cast a sterile glow on the anxious faces around the table. Karina, however, remained calm, her posture radiating quiet confidence as she addressed her team. Six months had passed since Fenrir's grand opening, and the brand was experiencing explosive growth. Yet, today's meeting presented its biggest challenge yet. "Alright, everyone," Karina began, her voice firm but reassuring. "As you know, the upcoming Paris Fashion Week is a massive opportunity for Fenrir. It's a chance to showcase our brand on a global stage, alongside industry giants." A murmur of excitement rippled through the room, quickly replaced by a collective groan as Brenda, the Creative Director, spoke up. "The problem is," Brenda said, her brow furrowed, "we just received a last-minute request from our ethical fabric supplier in Peru. They're facing a labor dispute with a nearby farm, and some of their organic cotton production is on hold." Disappointment clouded the f