Fix My Mess

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Again, there is nothing I can say about that. So I just walk to my office and see my father and beta sitting at the conference table looking stressed. My mother is sitting at the computer and I can tell she is not happy. “What’s going on?” I asked the room. “We are still trying to fix your f**k ups,” my father said. “We have been going over the bank statements and supplies and things are just not adding up. Not one of the lists the Khalis created was accurate.  We don’t have half of what  Khalis inventoried, yet we have recipes for things that were never logged as received. As I audited all of our supply orders, I could see where Khalis would place an order, you would authorize payment for it, and then she would call back and cancel half of the order and get a cash refund. The refund w

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