You Are Fired.

Harrison was calm, he didn't say much. He turned away from the counter, beckoning on another worker, whom he saw arranging some new stock in the shelf.

"Hello, where can I find the men's collection?" He asked.

She turned around, smiling at him. She pointed at the other end, "over there, sir."

When Harris moved away, she called him back. "Do you need help?"

Harrison nodded, and she asked for a couple of minutes. She put the last box on the shelf, and followed Harrison to the men's collection.

"What would you like to try out first? The suits, shoes, accessories..."

Harrison did not answer her, he just walked down to the suits line. He began to pick a few tuxedos and two-piece suits that were his size.

On them, were written the size and the price. He did not care about how much it cost, he picked the ones that he wanted; a few black suits, and other colors, like brown and royal blue.

He walked to the shoe line, and tried out a few shoes that would be size him. He took about ten of them,