Two days later, the tension at the plant had only grown. Whispers of potential cuts circulated, feeding into the collective anxiety.
I tried to maintain a semblance of normalcy, but it was a losing battle.
The team was on edge, their productivity suffering under the weight of the unknown.
“Any news?” one of the workers asked me, her eyes searching mine for answers.
I shook my head, the uncertainty gnawing at me.
“Not yet,” I replied, struggling to remain optimistic.
Bob’s influence was felt even in his absence, a lingering presence that threatened to unravel everything.
I knew I needed to find a way to regain control, to protect my team and our production.
But for now, all I could do was wait, hoping for a resolution that wouldn’t come at too great a cost.
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