Renard ends the call, shaking his head in mild exasperation. He surveys the bustling warehouse, where the production of his illegal drugs is in full swing. The air is thick with the scent of chemicals, and the sounds of machinery and lab technicians hard at work fill the space.
Turning to the head doctor overseeing the operation, Renard’s voice is firm. “How’s the progress? You know we have a critical deadline. In a week, we need to supply Mr. Chang. We cannot afford any delays or mishaps. He’s bringing in a substantial investment, and our reputation is on the line.”
The doctor, a middle-aged man with graying hair and a serious expression, nods earnestly. “Yes, Mr. Storm. We’re on track. I’ll ensure the new batches are ready and meet all specifications. Rest assured, you have nothing to
