As Zara and I assumed our roles within the shipping company, we delved deeper into the bustling activity of the port. Surrounded by crates and barrels, the air thick with the scent of salt and the distant sound of seagulls, we set about our task with determination.
Our first order of business was to gather as much information as possible about Lydia's shipment. We scoured the warehouse, examining manifests and interrogating workers discreetly, careful not to arouse suspicion.
"Excuse me," I said, approaching a worker who was busy loading crates onto a cart. "Can you tell me where the incoming shipments are being stored?"
The worker glanced up at me, his brow furrowed with suspicion. "And who might you be?" he asked, eyeing me warily.
"I'm new here," I replied smoothly, flashing him a charming smile. "Just trying to get a lay of the land, you know?"
