|Casmira's POV|
"And what about the shipment from the Stefano Trussardi label that was to arrive for the New York Fashion Week?" I ask my Shipping and Logistics Manager sitting three seats down to my left as I conduct the weekly management meeting with the key players of the company.
"That is to arrive tonight, Mrs. Russo." Evans informs me, "I'll personally go and ensure that it reaches our warehouse safely."
"You shouldn't be troubling yourself with such matters, Evans, that's what the rest of the Shipping department is for. You should, however, be governing them to ensure that a fiasco like the Met does not happen again." I give him a stern look, knowing just how much he enjoys brown nosing.
His expression blanches and a few restrained snickers fly out of the other executives si
