Oh. Fantastic.
So it seems a rather large shipment of Llello I have been expecting was...intercepted. Not by badges, although I doubt it would matter if it had been them--they're as fond of the snow as a Wallstreet yuppie. The problem isn't money--I've plenty of it and enough people come to The House for Chiva. The problem is that twenty-five percent of that was mine.
And nobody takes what's mine.
This happens only rarely. Everyone on-staff has been interviewed; they know nothing. But I've noticed that a certain someone on the day staff didn't show up for work today, and this certain someone is part of my...recreational substance operation.
It seems like I've got some hunting to do. Or I would if I had more time.
I might have to cut my losses.
Or...I might have to find someone to hire.