We were walking into the warehouse in less than twenty minutes.
“Did the clients complain directly to you?” Viktor inquired as we approached my office.
“Only one of them. I’m not in correspondence with the other two. They informed Yuri.”
Yuri was my right-hand man; he was one of the few men Viktor really knew.
“So, they don’t know if you’ve gotten any complaints yet?”
“They don’t.”
“Good.”
“So, should I call them all to my office?”
“No. We go to them,” he revealed, putting his hands into his pockets as I moved ahead towards the double doors.
“Sir! Good morning, sir!” the three men around the door greeted, surprise clear on their faces as I entered the large room.
“Morning,” I replied as more of them looked up from packaging and sorting, giving their greetings.
“Good morning, sir! Welcome, sir!” they greeted Viktor as he joined me.
“Pakhan.”
“Older brother.”
“Sir Viktor.”
Their attempts at whispering to one another carried around the room as Viktor blinked at me, signaling for me to share the information.
“Three clients had a common issue with their deliveries. Their packages were incomplete.”
Viktor pulled his hands out of his pockets as I added, “The three orders were from yesterday’s second shipment.”
“Anyone got anything to disclose?” I prompted.
Heads turned, and eyes flicked, but no sound was made.
“Tall guy at the back,” Viktor called, gesturing towards one of the redhead twins.
“Sir,” he answered, his eyes wary.
“What’s your name?”
“Juan, sir.”
Juan was easily the tallest of my men. Although his twin brother was almost as tall as his 6.5’ height, Juan’s sense of humor was what everyone knew him for.
“Juan, how many people handle one shift?”
“About ten, sir.”
“About ten, or ten?”
“Ten whenever the order quantity is very high, sir.”
Viktor nodded before throwing another question in his direction. “And has it been high recently?”
