NewSecret
06-01-2015, 10:00 AM
Landyn had a lot of things leftover from his business.
For thirteen years he owned the oddly tall and skinny
building on Merengue Boulevard, but he bought a new
building and opened a new business to sell leisure wear
and leisure accessories and deck furniture.
The old business, aptly named “The Mandarin Tower” wasn’t
fun enough for him. He also found that selling leisure
products turned in higher profits than selling elaborate
rugs. He named his new business “Leisureland” and his
customers loved it.
He couldn’t throw away his huge collection of Asian rugs,
they were too valuable. He also sold other Asian goods at
The Mandarin Tower, items such as rare china-ware dishes,
paintings, a bronze coat rack and many other Asian oddities.
He went to other rug shops in town to find out if they
would like to take his inventory for a reduced price but
none of them wanted or needed any new rugs. Landyn’s wife
Rachael told him to send the rugs to their warehouse where
they keep their classic truck collection and that she
would hire the help needed to get the rugs over there.
She said, “We will sell the rugs on auction sites over
the internet.”
Landyn heard his wife out and told her to go ahead and
call her helpers because he wasn’t gonna lift a finger
or break a sweat over it, so she called her helpers. They
were to meet Landyn at The Mandarin Tower the next morning.
Landyn directed the helpers all the way through the
whole cleanout of the building. The effort took all day and
the helpers were very tired at the end of it. He paid them
well for their work and took their numbers for when he
would need helpers again.
The helpers left and Landyn took one final sweep of the
empty building. There was nothing left. The building would
need a good cleaning before he would sell it, he would
do the cleaning himself he decided.
He did a walkthrough of his old office to clean out the
few remaining files and records left in there. He was
annoyed that the paperwork for his rugs and items was
missing. He did a double-take through his desk and file
cabinet but turned up empty.
Landyn let his head fall into his palm with unbelievability.
It was a scene of exemplary disappointment. He would
need to re-inventory everything again if he couldn’t find
the papers.
When he had everything he could find inside his office
safely in a box, Landyn closed The Mandarin Tower’s
doors for a final time and made his way to his house
in his Mazda truck. He said to himself, “Damn, I need
to wash my truck.” His Mazda truck really did need a wash.
At his house he let his wife Rachael know about the missing
paperwork, she couldn’t say where it went. He looked
through his house office and couldn’t find it. He knew
what he had to do, a whole entire itemization of his
rug collection and inventory everything. That was
gonna take some time. He resolved to do it when he
would make photos for the web auctions.
For thirteen years he owned the oddly tall and skinny
building on Merengue Boulevard, but he bought a new
building and opened a new business to sell leisure wear
and leisure accessories and deck furniture.
The old business, aptly named “The Mandarin Tower” wasn’t
fun enough for him. He also found that selling leisure
products turned in higher profits than selling elaborate
rugs. He named his new business “Leisureland” and his
customers loved it.
He couldn’t throw away his huge collection of Asian rugs,
they were too valuable. He also sold other Asian goods at
The Mandarin Tower, items such as rare china-ware dishes,
paintings, a bronze coat rack and many other Asian oddities.
He went to other rug shops in town to find out if they
would like to take his inventory for a reduced price but
none of them wanted or needed any new rugs. Landyn’s wife
Rachael told him to send the rugs to their warehouse where
they keep their classic truck collection and that she
would hire the help needed to get the rugs over there.
She said, “We will sell the rugs on auction sites over
the internet.”
Landyn heard his wife out and told her to go ahead and
call her helpers because he wasn’t gonna lift a finger
or break a sweat over it, so she called her helpers. They
were to meet Landyn at The Mandarin Tower the next morning.
Landyn directed the helpers all the way through the
whole cleanout of the building. The effort took all day and
the helpers were very tired at the end of it. He paid them
well for their work and took their numbers for when he
would need helpers again.
The helpers left and Landyn took one final sweep of the
empty building. There was nothing left. The building would
need a good cleaning before he would sell it, he would
do the cleaning himself he decided.
He did a walkthrough of his old office to clean out the
few remaining files and records left in there. He was
annoyed that the paperwork for his rugs and items was
missing. He did a double-take through his desk and file
cabinet but turned up empty.
Landyn let his head fall into his palm with unbelievability.
It was a scene of exemplary disappointment. He would
need to re-inventory everything again if he couldn’t find
the papers.
When he had everything he could find inside his office
safely in a box, Landyn closed The Mandarin Tower’s
doors for a final time and made his way to his house
in his Mazda truck. He said to himself, “Damn, I need
to wash my truck.” His Mazda truck really did need a wash.
At his house he let his wife Rachael know about the missing
paperwork, she couldn’t say where it went. He looked
through his house office and couldn’t find it. He knew
what he had to do, a whole entire itemization of his
rug collection and inventory everything. That was
gonna take some time. He resolved to do it when he
would make photos for the web auctions.