The Criminals

Artifact

--At Pitcher House Enterprise--

Mason Ronald handed the precious items to Carmen Lowe. 

"Miss Lowe, please take these blueprints to the precaution room," he ordered. 

"Who handed you these?" Jami Hawks appeared on the scene. "Did Micheal?"
"Yes, Ma'am," said Mason. "He gave it to me to handover to Miss Lowe, so she could take it to the precaution room."
"And what was exactly the problem of you taking them there?" Hawks asked with a raised eyebrow suspiciously. 

"Madam, I don't have the keys," said Mason respectfully. "Lowe did."
"Okay, I want you all and Micheal Rob to my office," said Hawks, straightening her silk coat. "And Miss Lowe, I advise you to hurry up and get those prints to the room. Plus...As I say, don't listen to things not meant for YOUR ears."
"Sorry Miss," Carmen Lowe never had good terms with the boss of the enterprise.  

"Okay, now everything is in order?" Jami asked. "Karl! Move to the third-last chair. That's right. Mini, you come in his place. Good, now we'll hold the meeting. Wait, wait, Johns? Get my register."
Marianne Johns went to get the register. After a while, she came back with the hot-pink register. 

"Now, first of all, I'm starting with absents and presents," said Jami. It was pretty childish to the employees but they never complained. Hawks did this for a reason; she could easily figure out the lazing ones and fire them. Fire. What a lovely word for Jami.

"...Fiona Kyle!"
"Present."
"Diane Hart!" 
"Absent."
"Lastly, Robyn Williams."
"Present."
"Will anyone tell me why Miss Hart has been absent for a week?" grumbled Jami. 

"She's broken her leg," said Mr Kenneth. "She tole me so."
"It's told, Devin," sighed Mr Jones, exasperated. 

"Tole or told, she tole me," Kenneth responded angrily. "Okay, Madame, start."
"Now, I want to explain, that Isabella Cone has made a blueprint," she said, looking pointedly with her piercing eyes at Isabella. "And those are stored in the precaution room. Now we, including me, will equally divide which part is going to be the most expensive place. We are divided into groups. Sylvia, Jane, Matthew and Stewart, I want you to work on Corner A. Me, Paddy, Scythe and Jesse will work on B, C and E. Jordan, Terra, Fredericks and Jekyll, work on D. Now left ones are going to please work on the price, and you all know who is left, so those will work on which price we are going to sell it. The blueprints I mean. And to which architect. Meeting is dismissed. Just I want Jane, Stewart, Scythe, Terra and Mason, come with me. To this private room. The rest of you, go. Wait, Jane and you others' name I took, stay in here. Terra, come with me."
Terra Inferno followed Jami Hawks into the private, sound-proof room. 
"Yes Ma'am?"
"Terra, mostly, I see you in your workroom," Hawks remarked with a raised, dark eyebrow. "And you are skimming through proof-reads, I find plenty of mistakes, plus you're going on some of those...virtual websites, are you a kid? If you really are so social as to meet people online, go, do it in home. Now, I will burden you enough on the day's work, so you can enjoy your virtual world at home. You can go now, NO, don't say anything, just go. Send Scythe."

Terra gratefully went out. The boss's flaming, flickering red hair with those piercing green eyes and thin lips, it was awfully stern and strict. What would she do? How would she burden her? These unsolved questions ran through Terra's mind, as she sent for Scythe.

"Yes, oh. Well, come in," Madam Hawks said as she saw Scythe. "Well, Scythe, you're an efficient worker. A credit to have. But nowadays, you're a little too lazy. Usually asleep on the sofa. May I ask why?"
"Madam, nowadays I do extra work, extra work as to I have to take Terra's," said Scythe sheepishly. "She usually says she's got a lot to do and nearly gives me all of her work. Ladies." He muttered the last part indistinctly. 

"I'll overburden Terra, and lessen your work," Madam Hawks said, her thin lips in a straight line. She could see the honesty in Scythe. "You've no prob, Scythe, you may go. Plus, I'll fix a secret baby-monitor in Terra's room. I'm suspicious she doesn't do her work honestly. Send for Jane."

After she'd completed scolding everyone for not doing their tasks properly, since everybody she'd called had either a personality or a physical problem in work. Hawks cleaned up the private-room's table, cleaned up the messy drawers, and then thought carefully. She decided if Terra did not work properly again, she'd fire her. But then another question appears. Whom would she sell the blueprints to? After a lot of thinking, she smiled evilly as she had an answer:-

Carlos Munro.