Chewing his way through a mouthful of scrambled eggs, Henrik heard someone call out his name from across the packhouse dining room. He turned to see Cara, a bundle of energy, rushing towards him.
“I’m so glad I ran into you alone,” she said, taking a seat at the table with him.
“Carrrr... Luna! How lovely to see you.”
“Oh, Henrik please. Screw the formalities,” she said with a wave of her hand as he laughed.
“So, what’s up?”
“I have a favour to ask. After all the vandalism in the packhouse and the graffiti on my car… well, I’m a bit nervous.”
“The guards are trained warriors, some of our best. You’re safe, I assure you.”
“I know. They’re brilliant, but it’s still unsettling. I was wondering if you could organise some security cameras for my office? You know, a little peace of mind.”
“Of course I can do that for you. No problem.”