Standing in front of the leaking bag of wheat flour, Paula sighed, frowning her face as she asked, ''is there no other way to salvage the condition of the wheat flour?'' she turned to look at Felix, whose gaze never left her.
''Miss, the group will be arriving in two hours' time. If there is a way to solve this, then we need to get flour that can be used while we call for the miller to check the condition of the flour''
The hotel was hosting a group of tourists from Trinidad and they had requested for potato Roti with whole wheat flour but because of the sudden change in the temperature due to the weather fluctuations, the flour was affected, hence could not be used.
''How did the flour even get to this state without my knowledge? I was sure I checked their condition before my leave''
''It is probably due to the weather. I suggest we can wheat from somewhere else for now. We cannot disappoint our guests''
