"The order didn't arrive?" Sam's tone changed slightly, "That's impossible. I watched them hit the road myself. With so much time passed, it's impossible they haven't arrived!"
The voice on the other end was still unhurried, "Mr. Sam, do you think I'm lying, or is the boss lying?"
That statement could be considered a serious "accusation." How could such important figures lie to a pimp?
Sam realized he had misspoken and hurriedly apologized, "I'm sorry, sir. It's my mistake. I'll immediately arrange for another girl to be sent over to the boss…"
"Is this something that sending over another girl will solve?"
"Mr. Sam?"
"The boss wants an explanation. Roll over here with that girl, and with your explanation."
"Otherwise, the one looking for you will be your boss."
"Before midnight tonight."
With a click, the busy signal in the handset left Sam bewildered, but he quickly realized a big problem had arisen.