Scarlet surveyed the pile of papers before her, comparing it to the list in her hand. Turning slightly toward Ceil, she said, "I like these vendors. I’ve personally tried half of them, and according to the survey, the others come highly recommended. Building ties with them would be beneficial. I’d also like to send them into 'The Neighborhood.' I think the folks there would appreciate some variety in their meals."
As she glanced around the room, her eyes fell on her employees. Karmela was diligently working through her stack of documents, her tan muscular hand gliding smoothly over the parchment. Porter, on the other hand, was idly sketching something in the corner of his notes, a habit Scarlet had grown accustomed to. She smiled faintly; he always claimed it helped him think.
Ceil nodded in agreement and handed her another list. Scarlet skimmed through it as Ceil began explaining, "The taxes have been updated, and here’s the forecast for the upcoming quarterly expenditures for the Loan Office. On a somewhat related note, there’s also been an uptick in laundry costs. I think you should take a look at this."
Ceil passed her a folder. Scarlet opened it, her expression darkening as she reviewed the contents. "The..." she began, trailing off as she became engrossed in the details.
Ceil nodded, anticipating her question. "Yes, it looks like there might be an issue with the tagging system, some laundering, or potentially something else."
Karmela glanced up from her work, frowning as she caught snippets of the conversation. Porter, however, remained focused on his drawing, seemingly oblivious.
Scarlet sighed, muttering under her breath, "Of course. And the ties?"
Ceil gestured toward the door, silently confirming her suspicions. Outside, the Loan Office bustled with activity as the day unfolded. Scarlet frowned. Managing a large organization inevitably meant confronting problems like this, but she still hoped it was just a tagging error. She recalled raising a similar issue two or three months ago, though this felt off in a way she couldn't place.
After a moment’s thought, Scarlet jotted down a short list and handed it to Ceil. "Send someone to investigate these locations. It might be tied to the old tags. I’m not sure if we fully disposed of them, they may have been recirculated."
As she straightened her cuffs, one of her cufflinks shifted precariously. She sighed, realizing the pin-and-chain connection wasn’t securing properly. "I need to visit the jeweler again," she thought, making a mental note for later.
Ceil nodded, tucking the papers under her arm. "Anything else you need me to look into?"
Shaking her head, Scarlet replied, "No. Start here."
Once Ceil left, Scarlet turned to Karmela, who had set her own stack aside. "We need to update the tags. Go to the printers and arrange for a new batch. This time, use different colors and embossing to make them harder to replicate. Have them coated in beeswax for extra durability. I also want each week to have its own color, with the embossing linked to a specific month. We’ll only release the upcoming month's tags on the first of each month to make forging even more difficult."
Karmela nodded, already jotting down notes. Porter looked up and volunteered, "I’ll go too. I’ve got an idea for the tags—adding a tear-away section. It could include details that stay with us for record-keeping."
Scarlet leaned back in her chair, scratching her chin thoughtfully. "That’s a solid idea. If we design them to have part of the tag kept and turned in later, it’ll help us trace visits and tally which vendors are most in demand. It’ll also allow us to track any problems back to their source."
The logistics were endless, but every detail mattered. If they didn’t stay ahead of the game, someone else would.