Chapter - 326
Three days later.
The warehouse was a hive of activity. The trucks were loaded. The menus were printed. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a boning knife.
Sharon stood by the loading dock, holding a clipboard. She hated the clipboard. It felt like a shield made of paper. She wanted her gun, but it was hidden in a crate of napkins in the System Inventory.
"Crate 4, to the left!" she barked at a pair of porters. "That's the crystal! If you break it, I break you!"
"A bit aggressive for a logistics manager, Eva," a voice drawled from the doorway.
Sharon spun around. Standing there was a man she didn't recognize, but immediately hated. He was short, oily, and wore a suit that was trying too hard to be Italian. He held a tablet and looked at the warehouse with a sneer of professional disdain.
"Who are you?" Sharon demanded.
