It did appear to be a bit strange but I set off on my own with a bag of clothes, my boyfriend was playing football so could not drive me for once.I tu...ned up at the company on an industrial estate and rang the security door; a guy answered and showed me in.He was a lot older than me, quite good looking and he explained that it was his company and he would like to use his administration office for the shoot.He showed me in to the office and asked if he could start straight away, I had come. " In a year, we had branch offices in three other cities. Overall, MA Industries was doing quite well, though we maintained a comfortably low profile.In my office, I signed the papers my secretary/office manager put in front of me without bothering to review them. This was the "routine activity" stack and they didn't really need my attention, but they did need my signature. I've gotten into the habit of teasing her by calling her "Radar" every so often and did so now. She always responded. Looking toward the counter, two women were there, asking the guy for it. They were mature, strict and severe looking types, the sort who might be headmistresses, or in jobs in charge of other people. With them was a younger, cheeky looking girl, who must have been in her twenties.He said they did have it, but there was only one copy left, and it was only sold to certain people. He added that if they were the right people, they would know why, and what the word was. The women all smiled. So, I was pretty excited because of the idea of having different women come in and get their sarees stitched. Maybe I will get to take the measurements! I thought to myself.We stayed in Mumbai, Malad to be precise where there was always a demand for sarees in the nearby localities. Mom got a few orders from a few friends to do basic stuff like fall beading and tailoring blouses.The business was off to a steady start but we were barely making enough profit. We needed to come up with something.