ELENA
Finally, the day of the protest arrived, and I was absolutely ready for it. Wearing the white t-shirts that had TGF's logo on them, tucking in the blue-washed jeans and white sneakers, I was ready for the day when I would end the topic of that fertilizer factory for once and all.
I had begun to receive messages and calls informing me about the preparations.
Let's see how those burly security men of Sanders are going to handle seven hundred people.
And this time, I kept the people of Swindon a choice. They could either participate or just stay there as mute spectators. With dad's support for Devon and the question of workers' earnings, I didn't want to rely on any of them.
Or I would face another face-palming defeat by Devon Sanders- a manipulator and a cunning wolf!
When I got downstairs for the breakfast, I saw that before the factory site, my kitchen was the site of protest. The gas was off, and not a single utensil was out of its place.
