Tamara hummed along with the music, stirring the wheel and shaking her body to the rhythm of the music. She was on her way to the salon to get her hair and nails done when her phone buzzed.

Once. Twice.

The third call came with a message.

She glanced at her phone, picked it up, and froze.

Her hand swerved swiftly to park her car to the side.

“ Madam, all the goods have perished.”

Her heart stopped for a second. She immediately called the caller back.

“ What did you mean by that message?” She asked, half yelling, with anger and desperation lacing her voice.

“ We've been trying...