Clarke Logistics was located in the southern part of New York. More precisely, it was in an industrial park.
In the conference room at the headquarters of Clarke Logistics, people were waiting for a meeting.
The one who ran the meeting was an old man with grey hair. In good spirits, he looked domineering and intimidating.
The old man was Bernard Clarke, the chairman of Clarke Logistics.
Bernard looked around with his sharp eyes. "Is everyone here?" he asked with a deep low voice.
"No, Dad. Helen, Rosa, and Olivia are not here."
Sitting to Bernard's left, a middle-aged man with greasy hair instantly replied.
This man was Malik Clarke, Bernard's eldest son. He worked as general manager of Clarke Logistics.
"I don't care whether Helen and Olivia are here or not, but Rosa should've been here for the meeting." Bernard sounded a little angry.
"Dad, I just asked Gabriel to call her," Malik answered.