"Uh, boss?" a stock boy asked, scratching his head as he looked into an empty truck. "Did the store order a shipment of Miss Louise's skin care products?"

"Yes," replied his supervisor. "What's the problem?"

"I'm not seeing it. They use their own boxes, and I didn't see any of them."

"Well, maybe they didn't use their own fancy packaging this time around?"

"We considered that, but we searched through all of those boxes and didn't find even a tiny little bottle of moisturizer."

"Okay, now THAT is gonna come out of our paychecks," the supervisor sighed. "If we don't get something out onto the sales floor, we're toast!"

"Excuse me?" A woman walked in. She was tall and slender with long, dark brown hair, dressed in a formal-looking purple suit and thick maroon horn rim glasses. "Miss Louise hasn't been keeping up with her demands, for her products have been going missing as of late. Luckily, my company can fix that." She handed the supervisor a business card. "I'm a spokeswoman for Platelet Industries, and we've got by far the best reputation. We never lose our goods. I've already contacted your manager and we'll be paying for your lost products. Though you might wanna mark up the price a bit."

"Our crap's 30% overpriced anyway," the supervisor shrugged.

"'Platelet'?" the stock boy asked.

"Because our products are designed to patch you up!" the woman grinned.

"Oh! Very clever. Thanks a bunch, lady!"

The woman smiled and left. Once out of earshot, she took off her glasses. "No, thank you, you fools," Helena Globin chuckled deviously.

Cue theme song.