Two days later, a freight truck backed into the alley. Silas held his breath as he sliced open the first box. He pulled out a single, compressed white rectangle. It looked sad. He shook it. It began to expand. He pressed it to his cheek. It was like being hugged by a very dry, very clean cloud.
He sat at his desk, cracked his knuckles, and typed the four words that would decide his fate:
By sunset, the shelves were stacked high with snowy white towers. Silas stood back, exhausted and smelling faintly of new cotton. He had conquered the digital marketplace. He was the Sultan of Swaddles. Then, his phone "dinged." “New Order: 500 Bulk Luxury Bathrobes.” Silas sighed, opened a new tab, and started typing.
The internet responded with the aggression of a thousand looms. Ad banners sprouted like cotton fields. “Wholesale Terry!” shouted one. “100% Ring-Spun or Bust!” screamed another.
As the manager of The Gilded Otter , a boutique spa known for its "infinite plushness," Silas had exactly forty-eight hours before the Grand Reopening. He looked at the laundry room shelf. It was a graveyard of frayed edges and mysterious bleach stains. He needed towels. He needed hundreds of them. And he needed them to not cost the price of a small sedan.
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