Dahlia stormed into the conference room, her presence commanding attention from the already gathered board members. She took her seat at the head of the table, her eyes scanning the room with a sense of urgency. The board members followed her lead, settling into their seats with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.
"Addressing the issue at hand," Dahlia began, her voice firm and authoritative. "We're making new designs for our upcoming event." She paused, her gaze sweeping the room as if daring anyone to disagree.
"New designs?" one of the board members, John, repeated, his brow furrowed in concern. "We don't have enough time on our side, Ms. Sinclair. The event is just a few weeks away."
Dahlia's expression remained unyielding. "We can make it happen, and from tomorrow, no one's going home until we create new designs that will make this event a success." Her words were final, leaving no room for debate.
