Suddenly, Marcus reappeared, holding a box aloft like a trophy. "Found it. It was tucked behind a shipment of ergonomic mousepads."
Marcus checked his handheld device, his brow furrowing. "Inventory says we have it, but it’s not on the shelf. Give me five minutes to dive into the warehouse."
"Looking for something specific?" a voice asked. It was a Blue Shirt named Marcus, who looked like he’d spent the last hour debating the merits of different graphics cards.