She turned the music box in every possible direction. Finally, she presented it bottom up to the manager.
“Where is our trademark?”
The manager picked up another music box and flipped it upside down, only to pale at the blank underside.
Between them, they checked a dozen more boxes, but none bore their trademark.
“Has anything from this batch been shipped out?”
“We’re loading them now.”
“Stop it. Don’t send anything out without our trademark.”
She waited until the manager left before she released her illusions. Where the boss was before now stood a girl half her age. The company’s distinctive logo also reappeared underneath the music boxes.
Now, time to find the hidden data.
~End~
Genre: fantasy
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