He led me through the store to a section displaying various shelving systems. Heavy-duty steel units, adjustable height configurations, some with specialized hooks and accessories that seemed meant for genuine warehouse situations.
In many ways, most of it was ’overkill’ for me... but I still checked them out as he showed them off. Eventually this Davie leaned against one of the tall steel frames while patting it.
"These are our most popular commercial units for general use. Modular design that can be reconfigured. What kind of items are you storing? That might help me help you."
"Mixed inventory. Some heavy crates, some delicate items."
"Then you’ll need good organization options. Probably storage containers that match the depth you’re looking for. Lets see what we have."
He showed me several bins, lidded and locking or open for sorting, while explaining weight capacities. I found myself gravitating toward the most expensive units - not out of vanity, but because they were clearly built to last.
If I was preparing for the apocalypse, I wanted shelving and accessories that wouldn’t collapse under stress. Eventually I narrowed it down to five premium units.
A larger one for the wall furthest from the door with a three foot depth and six foot span. Four that could be placed on the sides, two foot deep and five foot across. Which ideally would allow me to leave an open center area of about...
> Thank this world for calculators, Vrika. Well, that answers that. He chose to call her a human to my face, which means he recognizes I’m a werewolf. Or he was just told. What do you say I should do? Stop. Don’t ask about her. You’re doing fine without thinking about her. <
With my original face buried into Vrika’s neck, I try and forcefully draw on | Guardian’s Composure |. I’m not sure it actually had an effect, but I’m able to redirect the conversation appropriately.
"The delivery address you have on the order form looks correct. Drop it at the warehouse side entrance, not the main building front."
"Got it. Need any installation help, or you handling that yourself?"
"I can... we can manage."
Insinuating that there is more than myself involved in this ’project’ suddenly felt important. Not because I didn’t trust this Davie or think he may be up to anything nefarious, but just to cover my bases so he doesn’t mention his suspicion to anyone.
Though Claire is probably going to threaten him to be quiet again anyway. What a lovely friend to have.