Chapter 121


    “There are seven people to feed in my family, and they all depend on me. Now Mr. Oscar says he’s


    going to put production on hold. How are we supposed to get by?” “You can’t just hear half the story


    and jump to conclusions. What Mr. Oscar meant was that production lines one, two, and three can


    keep going. Only four and five need a break. He’s not saying you can’t work, just that you need to chill


    at home for a bit ”


    “A break for how long? With seven people to support, I can’t afford to be idle for even a day!”


    “Like it or not, this is how it’s going to go down. There’s no room for negotiation! Has Mr. Oscar ever


    done you wrong this past year? Can’t you see it? Now that Ms. Bet is in the picture, every little


    thing is getting scrutinized Production lines four and five have to stop, and the stock in the warehouse


    must be cleared out in the next few days. Otherwise, not just you and me, but even Mr. Oscar is going


    to be in hot water!”


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    Arabe got it. So, the products made at night on lines four and five were all faulty, huh?


    The speakers must be Mr. Charlie from production and the leader of line four. They mentioned that the


    stock in the warehouse must be cleared out in the next few days. So, this stuff must be dodgy.


    Quietly, Arabe left the hallway and headed to the warehouse on the first floor.


    At night, the warehouse was unguarded. Arabe couldn’t open the warehouse door with her own


    fingerprint. Oddly, her fingerprint was supposed to be in thepany system, allowing her ess


    anywhere.


    She entered the password, but the warehouse door still didn’t budge. In theory, this password should


    grant.her free reign throughout thepany.


    Unless someone deliberately deleted her data to keep her from entering that door,


    A spark of interest shed in Arabe’s eyes. She really wanted to know if Oscar’s behind–the–scenes


    maneuvers matched her suspicions.


    The warehouse door had a threeyer password lock, which Arabe easily cracked. She also altered


    the uing surveince recording.


    Inside the warehouse, various garments were neatly organized. There were finished products


    processed for otherpanies as well as old and new products from their ownpany.


    After a round in the warehouse, Arabe found two batches of new goods that looked identical but had


    vastly different workmanship and materials. Then she logged into the warehouse administrator’s


    copied all the data from theputer, sent it to her own email, and then erased all traces.


    Just then, there were footsteps outside the warehouse.


    Arabe leaped onto the overhead beam and looked down. The people who came in were Mr. Charlie


    and some employees.


    All of them were faces she hadn’t seen before.


    It suddenly dawned on Arabe that the day and night shift workers were not the same!


    These guys must be Oscar’s cronies.


    Each of them was holding a wooden stick.


    The warehouse lights. were turned on, and the employees searched everywhere but didn’t find


    anyone.


    “Mr. Charlie, don’t you think you’re a bit too jumpy because of the new Ms. Bet?”


    Mr. Charlie scanned the ce, feeling a strange atmosphere. “Check the surveince.”


    Arabe had modified the surveince previously. Although it was still recording, there was no trace of


    her having been there.


    An employee checked the surveince and immediately reported, “Mr. Charlie, no one has entered the


    warehouse.”


    “That’s weird. Someone definitely saw Ms. Bet entering thepany just now. Could they have


    been mistaken?” Mr. Charlie was puzzled.


    “There’s no sign of anyone being in the warehouse!