Trisha and Kyle's shift

Unfortunately for the gloves as Diane left the breakroom she took James' phone with her and placed it in her back pocket. The gloves slightly frustrated watched from nearby waiting for a moment to seize the phone from her. Meanwhile Trisha and Kyle started their shifts for the clothing store.

"I wonder whose phone that was anyways?" Kyle said heading to the customer service station.

"Who knows? Probably a customers or a janitors, but also imagine if the place is haunted considering Diane said freaky things were happening during her shift. Like the clothing store was built on an ancient burial ground or a cult used to do rituals here." Trisha said.

"I'm pretty sure this place isn't haunted. Besides who does cult rituals in the middle of the city?"

"You never know!" Suddenly a phone started ringing nearby.

"Hello! Kyle here, how may I help you? Uh huh...yeah...alright...I'll check right now."

"What the customer ask for?" Trisha said.

"They said they needed a black size 36D bra and if we have any in stock."

"Uhhh we should? I'll go check." Trisha said heading to the backroom. Diane then came to Kyle's station.

"Hey Kyle, can you do me a favor and make sure the dressing rooms don't have clothes in them, I forgot to check."

"Uhhh but who's going to stay here and answer any calls or something?" Kyle said really not wanting to put away the clothes he knew would be in the dressing rooms.

"Don't worry about that, I'll handle the calls with Trisha until you get back." Diane said with a smile.

"Ok..." Kyle said with an exasperated sigh. Kyle then made his way to the female dressing rooms first. "I just know there's going to be tons of clothes in here I can feel it." Kyle knocked and opened the dressing stalls one by one. Finally he got to the last stall and heard high heels clacking inside. "Oh shoot, someone's inside." Kyle whispered to himself. Kyle then knocked on the door, "You find everything you need ma'am?" he asked. There was no response. "Huh, that's weird. Maybe she's deaf or something." Kyle then knocked harder. Still no response.

Finally the clacking stopped. "Ma'am are you, ok?" Kyle asked. The dresser stall door then slightly creaked opened. To Kyle's surprise the only thing in there was some risque lingerie and and pair of high heels on the bench inside. "What the...? I swear there were footsteps coming from inside here." Kyle said scratching the back of his head.

At the same time, Trisha was looking for the customer request in the backroom. "Let's see...black 36D bra, where could you be?" she said searching around. "Wow, all the boxes of the new stuff are already opened, I guess Diane opened them before we got here," she said, noticing the torn up boxes in the backroom. "Let's see, where are the bras? Oh, here they are...36B...38C...hmmm no D's? That's strange." She then saw something move in the corner of her eye. "Oh, no...please don't be rats anything, but rats." Trisha said worried. As she turned the corner however all she saw was a bra on the floor. "A black bra, are you the one? Huh...36F? Wow, I can't even imagine if I had tits this big. Must be pretty popular with the guys and ladies though." She said, eyeing the bra.

Some time passed with everything pretty quiet in the store, and before she knew it she was done for the day. "Huh, well my shift is done. I better let Trisha and Kyle know." Diane then grabbed the phone for the intercom. "Kyle and Trisha, I'm heading out for the day. I'll see you tomorrow." Diane said before hanging up. As Diane left she made sure to grab her purse and belongings from her locker, but not before James' gloves snuck inside.