"I need these heavy duty drawer slides." The woman pointed to the top shelf of the center isle in Ovis's warehouse.
The kid stared at the ladder leading to the shelf. "You know we really don't offer our product straight from the warehouse. I'm not even sure how you-"
She stopped him with a wave of her hand and said, " The owner and I are very close friends. He is allowing it."
The boy nodded. He was still new to the company and had yet to meet the owner, but he was still leery after losing his last job over a hasty decision. When he'd found the woman standing in the middle of the isle just staring at their merchandise like a forbidden piece of dark chocolate, his panic of how she'd gotten in past the security guards and cameras turned to curiosity.