The next day, Ivory took a short trip to Elixiron. She noticed all the stares and whispers people were giving her, but paid no attention to them, after all, doing so would only disrupt her from her original goal.
Finding clues as to who forged her signature.
“Ms. Remington,” Carlos, her make shift assistant for the time being, greeted her with a bow. “Welcome. How many I help you?”
“Send word to the archive and have them deliver the document for every drug produced in the last one month.”
Carlos blinked. “That’s…a lot, Ms. Remington.”
“I’m well aware, Carlos.” She responded, walking past him and entering the main office. “Just have them done as soon as possible.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He said and scurried off, returning about fifteen minutes later with a flashdrive and some hard copy files.
“Here they are, Ms. Remington.”