The Sole of the Factory
her way to Daniel's station. He was immersed in his work, his needle gliding through leather with the grace of a painter's brush.
"Daniel," she said, tapping his shoulder. "Do you have a moment?"
He looked up, wiping sweat from his brow. "For you, Naomi? Always. What's the problem?"
"The eco-friendly sneakers. Are they on track? I need to make sure they match the design specs."
Daniel gestured to a nearby shelf, where a row of sneakers in various stages of completion sat. "We're pushing through, but the new biodegradable material is tricky. It's not as flexible as synthetic leather."
Naomi picked up one of the sneakers, examining its texture. "I see what you mean. Maybe we need to adjust the
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