In the exclusive workroom for cleaners at Shilla Department Store.
A cleaner was squatting on the floor rummaging for something, "Hey, why is my bottle missing? Have any of you seen it? A glass bottle this size." She gestured.
"Didn't see it. It's strong acid. If someone takes it by mistake, something will happen. Why didn't you put it away?" Another janitor said, "If the supervisor finds out, you will be fined again."
"I obviously have put it away. I used it these two days to clean up the rooms, and I also used it yesterday. I have definitely put it here!" The cleaner complained.
"I don't know. You better not say too much. If you lose it, you lose it. Just pretend you don't know, and don't let the supervisor know."
"Hey, okay. That bottle is very corrosive, so I just hope nothing will happen."
The cleaner muttered, and walked out of the workroom.
It's too strange and dangerous, and she obviously had put it properly. Someone must have sneak in and take it away. What's the point of stealing this? It was not worth anything, really.
Meanwhile...
Charlotte returned to the hotel where she had checked in and locked the door behind her.
Tommy was waiting for her inside the room, and when he saw her holding a glass bottle in a couple plastic bags, he asked, "Miss Charlotte, what is it?"
"You stay out of it, and don't touch it. It's something I need to use." Charlotte placed the glass bottle in the far corner under the table. She had stolen it from the cleaner and was ready to put it to good use.
She didn't feel it just now, but now her lower abdomen started to hurt again and she sat down on the chair holding her stomach.
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