The following Monday, a sense of foreboding filled the plant. Bob was scheduled to visit again, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that this time would be different.
As I made my rounds, I noticed the team sharing anxious glances, the weight of uncertainty pressing down on all of us.
“We need to be ready for anything,” I told one of the supervisors, trying to instill a sense of preparedness.
He nodded, but the worry in his eyes mirrored my own.
When Bob arrived, the atmosphere shifted, the air thick with anticipation.
He wasted no time, diving straight into discussions about our performance and future prospects.
“There might be changes coming,” Bob warned, his tone leaving no room for doubt.
My heart sank, knowing that those changes could mean the difference between survival and shutdown.
I braced myself for the challenges ahead, determined to fight for my team and our plant.
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