"You can't do this. There is no way our goods had contraband in them," Blair said, staring down at the documents, but nothing made sense. This was the second check-in in three days, and she was frustrated.
"I am sorry, Mrs. Marge, but we have to confirm that for ourselves," the inspector pushed past her straight-faced. Production was halted, and everyone stepped outside. Hours rolled by painfully slowly, yet no one was allowed inside. Blair could feel everyone's eyes on her; the media had arrived too quickly for her liking. The news covered everything, and she did not have a chance to think when questions were thrown at her from every angle.
"Mrs. Marge over here… Is it true your company took a quick rise and recognition over the country because you were secretly selling other items in the dark?" a reporter asked. Like him, ten more questions followed, hinting at the possible availability of country band goods.
