"Yeah, boss, our truck, the one delivering our goods, was involved in the bridge accident. Five trucks were passing through the bridge, and four of the drivers are dead, boss."
"They are what? What about the goods, Annabel? What about the goods?"
"The goods all got burnt up in the fire; they are all destroyed, boss."
"They what? What are you telling me, Annabel? How? How can they all be burnt up? Why, why the hell did this occur with my goods getting destroyed?"
I couldn't believe what she had just told me. The goods were worth thirty million, and they all got burnt up in the accident? How so?
This couldn't be happening. How can this be happening? Such a loss...
"Boss...? Boss, are you there?"
"Wait, you mentioned four of the drivers are dead; then what about the driver driving the
