Fred Cheng's astonishment was evident as his lips parted in disbelief. "Miss Erin?" invited Assistant Sarah, leading them inside while handing them an access card. Within the expansive warehouse, each supplier occupied a designated space. They navigated through the aisles, aiming for the section where Yurich's stocks were stored in the computer system. Uncomfortable and perspiring, Fred Cheng followed closely behind. Every aisle and area had vigilant monitors, and Drew approached one of them to guide them to the Yurich stocks. Coming to a halt at a closed cube compartment, he unlocked it, revealing three boxes. Erin's lips hung open in shock, her thoughts echoing, 'Is this some kind of joke?' "These are all the Yurich stocks in the warehouse," the man declared. "Uh, there seems to be a mistake, Mr. Walton," Assistant Mike interjected, unable to withhold his comment. "Why?" Drew Walton questioned. Assistant Mike exchanged glances with Erin before passing her tablet to
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