The Product inspector

It was the next morning and Ansel was in the medical department.

He had been rearranging the pills and was now with the last piece.

"Ansel, you look exhausted today. I've been meaning to thank you for your help the other day," Smith said, as he picked up a spare rag and began to help Ansel wipe down the shelf.

Ansel nodded in appreciation, his eyes locking with Smith's in a warm, brotherly gaze.

"Hey, Ansel, don't bail on me next time, man! I'm seriously going to lose it if I'm stuck with all this work by myself again. I was this close to a nervous breakdown yesterday," Smith said, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose and giving Ansel a pleading look.

The truth was that he had already gotten fond of Ansel and so he always got bored whenever Ansel wasn't around.

Just when Ansel was about to open his mouth to speak, secretary Bob walked in with some men behind him.

The sudden footsteps caused Ansel and Smith to exchange a brief, knowing glance before turning their attention to
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