Quin McDaniel.
“The shipment was to be here from Canada by yesterday morning. What is the hold up?” I asked the guy in charge of the Canada port.
“Customs is claiming that the paperwork of the shipment isn’t in order and that it would have to be checked again by a lawyer or something.” Paul, the manager said.
I sighed as I rubbed my forehead, the owner of the shipment was giving me a hard time about it and it didn’t help that it was late. “I’ll have a lawyer down there by the afternoon to sort that matter out.” I said.
“Okay boss.” Paul said and I hang up.
I dialed Gabriel’s number, he better not claim that he’s busy. “I need you to go to Canada and take care of some paperwork over my shipment.” I said once he picked up.
“And good morning to you too. I can’t right now I have court in
