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"Why are you calling me, Mr. Maxwell?" Vernon asked. "Surely you don't call me just to say good afternoon, right?"
"Not at all, Mr. Phoenix Gray. I'm here to report to you about something, but I'm not sure if you'd be happy with my report," Gregory Maxwell said.
"Is there any problem with the shipping of those metals to Europe?" Vernon guessed.
Gregory Maxwell was responsible for sending the metals needed to produce cans for his beverage. So far, all he got was quality products, and there was never a problem with the shipping.
But it was winter, and everything in winter was prone to accidents.
"N—Not at all! Everything went well!" Mr. Maxwell replied quickly. He got nervous because he didn't want to disappoint his boss. "This is about your brother, Mr. Gray."
