Toxin
“It was a sprawling, low-slung plant, with a vast, fenced-in stockyard in the rear. It looked ominous in the cold rain.Marsha turned into the large, deserted parking lot. What cars that were there were widely scattered. When the three–to–eleven cleaning crew had arrived, the lot had been jammed with the day workers’ vehicles.Having visited the plant once during her orientation to the district, Marsha knew enough to drive around to the side. She recognized the unmarked door that was the employee entrance. Above it was a single caged light fixture which dimly lit the area.Marsha parked, set the emergency brake, and turned off the engine; but she didn’t get out. For a moment she sat and tried to bolster her confidence. After the conversation with Kim, she felt nervous about what she was about to do.Prior to Kim’s mentioning physical danger, Marsha had not considered it. Now she wasn’t so sure. She’d heard plenty of stories of the industry’s use of strong-arm tactics in its dealings with i...ts immigrant employees and with union sympathizers.MoreLess
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