"He said too casually, "You can just sell them as seconds or mix them in with your stock."I answered him very caustically, "We do not have seconds. Ou... garments come from our line perfect, period, no seconds, no waste."I was becoming agitated, "Look what your saying is not logical. I've called to report a major problem with a lot number. Make your customers and techs aware of it. Goodbye."The tech was smiling and said, "They can be some arrogant assholes." Okay Mike, we've resolved this one. “She’s a new prospect. Trust me. We go way back. She has skill. She has sex appeal. She starts tomorrow.”“What’s your name, honey?" Milo said.“Mia,” She replied.“I’m Milo, the owner of this fine, fine establishment. Mr. Taylor is a business partner of mine. Now, I understand you’re our newest prospect here,” They shook hands.Milo looked at her very ample curves from head to toe. I knew that look. It was a look of hunger.“Well, if my comrade here says you’re up to it... Welcome to the Factory.. It was the last instance that had made all the difference.So this time, I remembered why I was stepping out to buy some ‘dhaniya’ for dinner. I put the coins in the same place, in the same black shorts, and stepped out in the same slippers. The lift was already there, but no one to stop this time from behind. So I went in and pressed the ground floor button.The lift started going down. I was on my phone, scrolling through the lame social media when the lift opened, and I crashed into her! And. . San San.San San was a young and smallish woman of Malaysian descent. She was a member of some tribes that inhabited and populated many of the islands that made up the archipelago which claimed Pulau Tiga as its own. San San, although a member of this native tribe, had been sent for her formal education on the main island of Malaysia. After graduation, the native beauty went to work for what translated into English as the State Department of the Government of Malaysia.One day, CBS contacted.