One twenty: You're all fired!

One could tell immediately from his body figure that he was a man. He sneaked in and shut the door behind him. Taking off his nose mask, he let out a sigh of relief knowing that nobody saw him walking into the old factory.

There was a slightly big sack in his hand that appeared to be even bigger as he stretched it out. The girls squinted to get a better look at his face and successfully managed to remain quiet and unseen.

He then started towards the boxes and sealed packages placed at one corner of the room. Opening the first box that contained bars of soap, he took out one, no two, five! Then ten!

He didn't stop at that. He counted up to twenty, if not more, bars of soap and stacked them in his surprisingly huge bag.

Then he went to the perfumes, then creams, all of the deodorants.

Neither China nor Vienna needed anyone to tell them what business he had in the old factory. Obviously, he wasn't a sales person, telling from his choice of clothes and beads of sweat that formed on h