The Day My Boss Scolded Me in Public, I Remained Silent. AI-Generated.
That morning, the factory smelled stronger than usual.
It was the smell of damp fabric, machine oil, and yesterday’s sweat—layers of human effort trapped in cotton and polyester. The fluorescent lights flickered weakly overhead, making everyone’s faces look older than they were. Outside, the sky was still gray, the kind of gray that never quite becomes day.
