Richard stood beside Davis, his gaze sweeping over the fitting room that had once been packed with wardrobe racks and shimmering fabrics. Now, it was disturbingly empty. His pulse raced as the implications sank in. Davis sighed, his jaw clenched and nostrils flaring with silent rage.
"Who gave the report that the items in the room were missing?" Davis asked, his tone clipped and cold.
"After witnessing the situation with the models, I had a feeling things wouldn't end there. So I contacted every department to check the state of things. That was when I got the report," Richard replied.
He hesitated, then added, "But by the time I arrived here, the young man who gave the report was nowhere in sight. I've been trying his number ever since, but it hasn't gone through."
He didn't want to start drawing conclusions yet—solving the problem was more urgent than investigating it for now.
