DEVON
I reached the factory site at nine-forty five. And if I say I was gobsmacked by the number of people that had gathered at the gate of the factory then that would be clearly an understatement.
I was busy playing a video game on my phone. But when we neared the factory site, Christine shook my shoulder in urgency. She didn't say anything, only pointed outside the car.
And when I lifted up my head to look in that direction, I forgot about my game and the level I wanted to cross. The large crowd stood outside the gates in peace as if they were waiting for someone and that someone was definitely not me.
It was clear from their hostile gazes in my way though they couldn't really see me through the tinted windows.
I locked my phone and slipped it inside my pant pocket. The playful, relaxed Devon was gone, and now they would face Devon Sanders, the arrogant and ambitious businessman who cannot take a loss of even a dime.
