"It's as if someone intentionally did this. I really didn't send the goods to that mall, sir. I promise you." My secretary, Monique, spoke in terror as she stood by the other side of my table, her eyes down.

My nostrils flared, my blood boiling in anger. I knew she had done what I had asked her to do, but it was her job to ensure she monitored all the goods that were being moved around my malls. "Is this a joke? Do you wanna lose your job? This is gonna make us run at a loss! It's not just about the mix-up. You literally ordered thrice the goods we...