During your final shift in the cold storage, the gate suddenly closed, and panic set in as you frantically searched your pockets for the key, which was nowhere to be found.

Your name was shouted, and as you approached, you saw Ryder, your superior.

He furrowed his brow and bluntly stated,

"Just throw your darn phone away.”

Confused by his abrupt demand, you took a moment to ponder.

Ryder continued,

"I sent multiple messages about the early closure of the storage room."