Chapter 81 Cast-iron Evidence
Dylan was terrified. The last sentence was uttered by him, and now it was being thrown in his face by Abella. His face turned pale, devoid of any color. He felt like everything was falling apart!
The other two team leaders were also scared stiff, their legs trembling. They couldn't believe that their conversation in the warehouse last night had been recorded!
They didn't even have a chance to defend themselves.
It turns out that Dylan didn't mishear last night. There was indeed a sound of a vibrating phone, which meant that someone was hiding in the warehouse, recording!
But who could it be, and how did he or she manage it?!
They had thoroughly searched the warehouse several times. Not a single person, not even a mosquito, could escape!
How did this recording end up in their hands?
Dylan couldn't wrap his head around it. When he left the warehouse, he had changed the password. So if there was someone in the warehouse, how did they leave?
It was impossible for anyone to crack such a high-end security system...
But if there was no one in the warehouse, then what was the deal with the recording? Could there really be a bug in the warehouse?
Did the warehouse manager betray them?!
"Joseph, go and bring the warehouse manager here," Abella commanded, making the three present individuals even more anxious.
The onlookers outside the office were all astounded. Could even the warehouse manager be involved?!
Oh my, how could the company's management become this chaotic?!
No wonder the company had been stagnant for a year without any progress!
Apparently, there were so many destructive forces, sapping the company's resources...
The warehouse manager appeared to be in her early twenties, wearing oversized black-framed glasses. She had a calm and gentle demeanor, not like someone involved in a conspiracy.
When Joseph called her, she knew that the truth was about to be revealed. Her voice trembled as she weakly called out, "Miss Medici..."
Even though she was older than Abella, she couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by Abella's presence and couldn't look her in the eye.
Abella looked at the four people, lightly tapping her slender fingers on the desk. "Oh, right, we're still missing one. Go and fetch the head of the procurement department."
The onlookers outside were completely flabbergasted. Even the head of the procurement department was involved...
Was there anyone in the management team who was decent?
Once everyone was present, Abella spoke casually, "Now that everyone is here, tell me how you all collaborated."
"Miss Medici..." Dylan was completely at a loss.
The head of the procurement department hurriedly interjected, "Miss Medici, I have nothing to do with all of this..."
"Miss Medici, I don't know anything either," the warehouse manager tried to defend herself through clenched teeth.
The team leaders from lines four and five knew that it was pointless to argue, so they kept their heads down and remained silent.
"Well, if no one wants to speak..." Abella didn't rush, her gaze lazily fell upon the individuals before her. "Then I'll have to make my own guesses."
The crowd fell into an uneasy silence.
"I have seen the company's purchasing orders, and the prices for each fabric are similar to market prices. However, those who are familiar with this industry know that as long as you have a long-term partnership with fabric suppliers, you can negotiate lower prices."
"For example, a hundred meters of ordinary cotton fabric usually costs around 1300, but with a long-term partnership, you can get it for 800."
"But the head of the procurement department bought it at a price of 1500. Normally, with a hundred meters of fabric, you should be able to make at least seventy to eighty pieces of new products. However, when it was received in the warehouse, there were only around twenty to thirty pieces left."
"Miss Medici, you don't understand..." Before Abella could finish, the head of the procurement department quickly explained, "The design department consists of young people who incorporate too many elements into their designs, making them complicated and troublesome. Making one piece would waste a lot of fabric... The main issue is the process itself, not a personal problem."
"But if the piece-rate workers on the production line actually made seventy to eighty new pieces but only received around twenty to thirty in the warehouse, how could they agree? Their wages are based on piece rates."
How could there be such a difference of fifty pieces between seventy to eighty and twenty to thirty?
"But what if those extra fifty pieces were sold elsewhere and the money was shared among you?" Abella casually said, "What if the agreed price with the fabric suppliers was $800 per hundred meters, but it was written as $1500 in the records?"
"Miss Medici! You can't insult me like that. My loyalty to the company is evident..."
Abella tapped a few times on her computer with her slender fingers, then turned the screen towards her.
"There are three fabric suppliers you have cooperated with, and each month, they transfer money to your personal account at different times. If it wasn't for kickbacks, can you explain to me what’s the money for?"
The head of the procurement department didn't expect her to uncover this as well. He was completely dumbfounded. How was this possible?
"There are issues with the purchasing amount, the purchasing quantity, and the quality of the purchases..." Abella said, her gaze falling on the quiet and innocent-looking girl in front of her, "There are issues with the items received in the warehouse and the items released from the warehouse... Now it's your turn to explain."
The warehouse manager was frightened and stuttered, "Miss Medici, I... I didn't..."
"I restored the company's surveillance footage and checked the surveillance footage of nearby courier stores."
Abella lightly tapped the keyboard with her slender fingers, and countless surveillance videos appeared on the computer screen, overwhelming the eyes of the onlookers.
"It shows that you have brought goods from the warehouse to the nearby courier store over three hundred times. You have several phone numbers, all of which are registered under your name. You have sent over three hundred packages."
"Miss Medici, I... I..." Faced with the irrefutable evidence from the surveillance footage, the warehouse manager's face turned pale, and he felt his body go cold.
"You received a package at the courier store yesterday after work. It hadn't been sent out yet, and there was information about the recipient on it. Joseph called the recipient, who said she had placed an order on a website called 'Dawn Fashion Genuine Purchasing Agent.'"
"I found that store too."
"It shows that this shop has been in existence for 11 months, which means that when the company opened for the second month, you opened a shop online to sell the company's products."
"You did not get the company's approval or authorization."
"For the styles that customers need, if there are fewer quantities, you would ship them after work, and for larger quantities, you would directly ship from the warehouse and have the courier come to pick them up. The number of times the courier has come to pick up exceeds two hundred."
"The price of each style is a hundred or two hundred dollars cheaper than the market..."
The warehouse manager was so scared that he couldn't stand, and his body trembled.
Abella's gaze turned to the other three people, with each word powerful and resolute, "Not only did you take the company's good products to sell, you also privately used inferior fabric to produce low-quality clothing, put the company's label on them, and sold them elsewhere, damaging the company's reputation! Am I right?"
The five people didn't expect her to discover all this. It was no longer her speculation!
It was clearly cast-iron evidence! Laid out in front of them!
The five people were scared, their faces turned ugly, their foreheads sweating, not knowing how to explain all of this.
"Before I called the police, do you have anything to say?" Abella's gaze swept across each of them, waiting for them to speak.
The team leader of Line 4, Jack couldn't hold back anymore and exclaimed, "It was Benjamin who forced us to do this. Either we work with him or we leave with nothing. We had no choice!"
"Yes!" The team leader of Line 5 also spoke, "We owed so much money. We were momentarily confused..."
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