I couldn't help but feel frustrated. "They didn't arrive on time, or you were too careless to keep everything covered?" I snapped.

She glared at me, but her fear was evident in her eyes. She knew better than to mess with me.

"It's not my fault!" She shouted defensively.

I tried to control my temper as I spoke, "You read books, right? That's why you go to the bookstore. You see how they report people. Instead, you made it so obvious, all because of money. You could've gotten ...