"I understand," and then the receiver was placed back on the phone base.
A foreman took a drag of his cigarette, looking at the empty warehouse. Hiram's men had been dismissed without a cent paid to them.
It had always been like this with the company—it saved them a lot of money, and ultimately, it wasn't their problem, and they wouldn't complain about it.
Then the foreman glanced at his partner, "Someone will come over to take over our jobs soon. Once we hand over the keys, we'll leave."
The other person didn't say anything, but his expression of joy was obvious—he was glad.
Actually, both were glad. Though the job was easy, being stuck here all day with nowhere to go was unbearable in the long run.
If it weren't for Arthur's extraordinary status and the decent pay he provided, they would have left long ago.
Now, they were finally leaving. They quietly discussed where to go to unwind that evening; they felt like they had bugs crawling on them from sitting idle for so long!
