A busy convention center floor lit with metal halide lamps overhead and abuzz with international traders speaking in all the worlds native tongues, some speak Mandarin while sipping coffee from Styrofoam cups as other抯 converse in languages secret to most shifting their stance on the lightweight concrete battleground.
You抮e standing in the middle of the tradeshow arena, where global apparel gladiators trade and negotiate over textiles and manufacturing agreements. Pastel purchase orders are signed in triplicate, a receipt is issued and a scarlet red stamp seals the agreement as Japanese business men pass New York business women on the way to the Las Vegas airport to return home after a long weekend at the Pantheon of the apparel trade.
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