Hilo. Here's the latest update. :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock or Microsoft Excel.
The owner of Landberk Appliances didn't like his job. He hated it, to be more precise. He only cared about making money, and so therefore, cut corners in order to make more of it. This was why his appliances were being recalled and the owner found this a mere annoyance.
Sherlock found this out as he sat across from him, one ankle resting on the other knee.
The owner, whose name was apparently Mathew Wilcox, really didn't want to talk, so he was pretending to fill out an accident report.
"You misspelled the word 'conveyor'".
Mathew looked up. "What?"
"Conveyor. It's spelled with a y, and you used the wrong form of its."
Mathew put down his pen and folded his hands in front of him. "All right, Mr. Holmes. What do you want?"
"I need to know about an oven that was sold to Channel 8 Studios."
"That's not my department. You'll have to ask Mr. Coffry."
"And where can I find him?"
"I don't know."
Sherlock left the office in order to track down Mr. Coffry. It seemed that nobody knew where he was, and he finally found him on the loading dock.
"Mr. Coffry!" Sherlock called out as he strided across the 50 yards separating them. Mr. Coffry was wearing a baseball cap and a blue, zip-up jacket. He was carrying a clipboard.
"Yes sir?" he asked.
"Do you handle sales affairs?"
"Yep."
"I need to know about an oven that was sold to Channel 8 Studios."
"Do you have a date?"
"No."
"Follow me." Mr. Coffry led Sherlock to an office next to the loading dock. It was small, cold, and smelled like concrete. It had a desk and a computer. Sherlock stuffed his hands into his pockets.
Mr. Coffry sat down in front of the computer. He opened up Excel, opened a file, and started to scroll through the information.
"Okay, one was sold about a year and a half ago . . . and another one was sold to them around October."
"Was the second one ever delivered?"
"No. The truck got hijacked. We offered to give them another one, but the representative said that they didn't need it after all."
Sherlock began to realize something. And he didn't think it was good.
"Thank you." He replied curtly, turned, and walked away.
For those of you that read The Songs of Baker Street, I'm not updating that today. I don't like the drabble that I wrote and need to write a new one. Tomorrow I'll update it. :)
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