CATHERINE SMITH
I turned around and found Borris, the nightclub security guard.
“Good afternoon, Borris. Can I help you?” I asked, approaching him and speaking loudly because the music made it difficult to hear him.
“I’m fine, miss. Some boxes of whiskey have arrived. Could you please call Rose to receive them? It’s very important.”
“I can’t find her, and I don’t have permission to go up to the CEO’s office,” I said, afraid of being reprimanded by him or Rose.
“I know you don’t, but Rose isn’t answering my calls. I need someone to receive this supplier. So please, go to the CEO’s office and inform him that the delivery has arrived. If he asks who sent you, you can say it was me because I can’t leave my area to receive it. However, I really need Rose to come down to attend to the suppl
