Ella

The silence that follows is unbearable, stretching out as I look around the factory floor. The familiar hum of machines fills the space, but there is nothing but silence from the people around us.

The workers have stopped moving. Their eyes are glued to us, sensing the tension as it rises. I can feel their unease prickle in the air, the weight of dozens of silent witnesses pressing down on me. But it's nothing compared to the burning fury that's rising in ...