Romeo's gaze bore into Carl from across the room, leaving Carl no option but to spill the beans.
"Every morning there are over ten, and the same in the afternoon. On a busy day, we could be dealing with three dozen at the very least."
After finishing his confession, Carl quickly lowered his head, not daring to catch a glimpse of his boss's expression.
Romeo snorted coldly. He thought, "Very well, Carl, who pays your wages? Do you dare to betray me? Do you think you're above the law because Rose's got your back?"
"Every day?" Rosemary's face lit up with interest.
"I'm completely unaware. Even if it were true, I wouldn't have noticed," Romeo immediately affirmed. "I'm not interested in anyone else."
"Where's the stuff?" Rosemary's lips curled into a teasing smile, her eyes falling on Carl.
Romeo sent another pressure-filled look in Carl's direction, as if to say: Try bringing the stuff out.