ALINA’S POV
“Sir,”
“Consultant,”
Okay.
Guess that’s our greeting then. I cleared my throat, feet stepped forward to approach his desk even more now. He didn’t look at me, not with his face focused on the folders on his desk. I had to ask myself how he knew it was even me to begin with when I didn’t see him look up.
“I have a erm… there’s a matter that needs your attention, sir. It’s about the wing.”
No response. No looking up either to acknowledge me or what I was saying at least. “There’s been a mix up, sir.” I pressed, stern. “A mix up with the last batch of equipment needed to begin our setups at the Seraph wing. Our order has been called canceled by the suppliers. They said to resend our specifications or wait for another supply line, that can take months from now. Meaning more t
