VILKAS
Since the packhouse was congested, I decided to talk to Vardano in the study room in my house about the questionable condition I had recently discovered at the company. Anomalies had been recorded and suspicious transactions that did not match the clientele’s activities had been authorized. By whom? That was the question.
“After this celebration, let’s find the culprit. He could be one of ours or a human at the company, maybe. If they were human employees in the company, it would be easy to track them down, but if they were one of ours, it would be much easier.” I told him.
“This is the second time a dozen I-beam and Carbon Steels disappeared without a warranted record of distribution.” Scratching his jaw, his eyes narrowed. “The first incident, items were stolen and sold to the
