Ruth
The burning port was heavy on me as I adjusted my scarf, protecting myself from the salty breeze. I haven't travelled all this way to play games. A lead I got earlier turned out to be a dead end, and I wasn't in the mood for more time-wasting.
"Are you so sure that you got all the shipments for this month?" I asked, much sharper than I should have been. The young man standing before me, barely into his twenties, fidgeted with the clipboard held in his hands. His eyes darted back and forth over the list of cargo details.
"Yes, ma'am," he said, a slight quiver in his voice. "All shipments arrived intact. No losses at sea."
I narrowed my eyes. "Then explain why shipment XXXXX is missing."
He swallowed hard and looked at his colleague before mumbling, "It. it wasn't signed for. No on
