Chewing his way through a mouthful of scrambled eggs, Henrik heard someone call out his name from across the packhouse dining room. He turned to see Cara, a bundle of energy, rushing towards him.
“I’m so glad I ran into you alone,” she said, taking a seat at the table with him.
“Carrrr... Luna! How lovely to see you.”
“Oh, Henrik please. Screw the formalities,” she said with a wave of her hand as he laughed.
“So, what’s up?”
“I have a favour to ask. After all the vandalism in the packhouse and the graffiti on my car… well, I’m a bit nervous.”
