Chapter 125

Alexandra rolled her eyes and made her way down the fire escape, heading straight to the basement.

This was the warehouse of the Windsor Group.

All the finished products that hadn't been shipped out yet were stored here.

Alexandra approached the warehouse door, only to find it tightly shut.

She tried the facial recognition system, but after several attempts, it still failed to recognize her.

This puzzled Alexandra greatly. As the head of operations sent from the headquarters, her face had been registered in every lock of the company on her first day.

So why was the facial recognition failing here?

With no other option, Alexandra pulled out a backup key.

This key was designed to open any lock in the company in case the facial recognition system failed.

It was essentially a master key.

But when Alexandra inserted the key into the lock, no matter how hard she turned it, the door wouldn't budge.

This shocked Alexandra. She realized in an instant that this was no accident.

The facial recognition failure could be due to a registration error.

But the key not working meant someone had changed the warehouse lock.

Why would anyone change the warehouse lock? Unless there was a hidden secret here.

Alexandra looked around, found a piece of wire, and inserted it into the keyhole. She crouched down, pressing her face close to the lock.

After a bit of fiddling, she managed to unlock the door.

She had studied this kind of thing back in school, so it was no big deal for her.

Once inside, Alexandra quietly closed the door behind her.

Before stepping in, she had already pulled up the company's surveillance on her phone.

To better manage the company, she had all the surveillance cameras linked to her phone on her first day.

The warehouse cameras were no exception.

Just to be safe, Alexandra altered the footage, erasing her presence and overlaying the original recording.

Feeling more secure, Alexandra entered the warehouse. According to the surveillance, everything seemed normal.

But.

As she touched the fabric, Alexandra was horrified.

The material was far inferior to what she had inspected before, rough to the touch. The price difference between these two types of fabric was at least tenfold.

They looked similar, but in reality, one was fine domestic silk, and the other was a mix of rags and scraps.

Alexandra never expected to find such substandard products in the warehouse.

She walked around a bit more and discovered that about two-thirds of the warehouse was filled with these inferior goods.

Because they looked similar on the surface, she hadn't noticed anything unusual even with the surveillance.

And the lock had been changed early on. They didn't know Alexandra could pick locks, so they thought their plan was foolproof.

It seemed the argument on the production line earlier was about this.

Other production groups were making normal clothes, but a few were producing these substandard items.

Mixing them together, it was hard to notice anything wrong without careful inspection.

Alexandra was speechless with shock. As she was checking how many substandard items there were, she heard a noise outside.

She quickly hid behind a shelf. Luckily, she was small and flexible, curling up and covering herself with boxes, making it hard to spot her.

She heard the sound of facial recognition unlocking the door. It was Saul Pena, the manager who had been arguing on the production line, accompanied by a group of people.

These people looked unfamiliar to Alexandra. She couldn't recall ever seeing them.

Given how long she'd been at the company, she should have recognized most faces.

Even if she couldn't remember everyone, they should at least look familiar.

But these people, Alexandra was sure she had never seen them before.

Were they company employees? Or were they Anna's people?

Alexandra's heart pounded as she watched them search the warehouse.

"Saul, are you sure you heard something?" one of them asked after a quick look around. "There's nothing unusual here."

"Impossible. I definitely heard something!" Saul frowned. "Keep looking. If someone got into this warehouse, the consequences would be dire. We can't be careless!"

The group agreed and continued searching.

Fortunately, Alexandra was well hidden in a corner, with several large boxes in front of her, so no one noticed her.

After several rounds of searching, they found nothing.

"Saul, maybe you were mistaken?"

"Yeah, it's late. Who would come to the warehouse now?"

"The facial recognition and keys are only with you and Ms. Anna. No one else can get in."

"Could I have been wrong?" Saul frowned. "No, keep looking!"

"Saul, stop making us run around!" one of them complained. "Why don't you just check the surveillance footage to see if anyone came in?"

"Yeah, there are dozens of cameras in the warehouse!"

Saul agreed and pulled out his phone to check the surveillance footage.

Alexandra was even more puzzled. It made sense for Anna to have access to the warehouse surveillance, as she was the previous head of operations.

But by company policy, no one else should have access to the surveillance on their phone.

How did Saul have access? Was this Anna's doing?

Saul checked the footage from the past half hour, finding nothing unusual.

The group gathered around Saul's phone, murmuring.

"See, Saul, no one came in."

"Yeah, Saul, you're just making us run around."

Seeing nothing unusual on the footage, Saul sighed in relief.

"You don't understand. Ever since Miss Smith joined the company, everyone's been on edge, and it's making me paranoid too!"

Saul put his phone away. "If Miss Smith finds out about our little operation, do you think we'll have a good outcome?"

"Remember what happened to the former head of finance and the head chef? We can't afford to be careless."

Hearing this, the group looked a bit scared.