Chapter 9

Alan and Rick stood in the corner of the room, silently observing the increasingly tense situation. Their minds were whirling, trying to unravel the tangled threads of what their manager, Bob, might have done wrong. It never occurred to them that Morel, the seemingly calm man, was the one who had called Mr. Francis. To them, Mr. Francis' presence here was a mere coincidence.

In the center of the room, Bob looked distraught. His face was pale, and sweat was pouring down his forehead, dripping down his neck. His hands trembled as he tried to display a calm demeanor that was far from how he felt at the moment. He swallowed, searching for the right words to explain the situation to Mr. Francis, who stood with an impatient expression.

"I'm here to settle things with this man, sir," Bob said in a trembling voice, pointing directly at Morel's face. "This man is a thief, sir. Take it easy. I will solve this problem. "Sir, there is no need to be afraid because there won't be any more trouble."