Martin's POV
I checked the goods carefully. I checked each box, each seal. The gold was exactly what I ordered. There were no mistakes or surprises. Just clean, solid bars gleaming back at me.
After signing the necessary documents, they handed over fifteen boxes. Each one is packed with fifty gold bars. I stood there for a moment, staring at them to my satisfaction.
When I was done, Marcus made the call to our logistics team. Within minutes, they were there, loading the boxes for transfer to the warehouse. Everything moved fast and efficiently. Working for me means there's no room for mistakes. I appreciated that kind of productivity. It was one of the things that still gave me a sense of control.
By the time we wrapped up, it was nearly two in the afternoon. Without saying much, Ma
