The manager clutched a thick file to his chest, which he briefly referred to before barking: "You! #256, a word with you in my office. Now!"
All moisture was instantly evaporated out of Ebony's mouth. A lead ball sank heavily in the pit of her stomach as she turned off her machine and crawled over her seat mate to reach the aisle. She nearly had to run to keep up with the burly manager's long stride, passing many covered heads bent over the bobbing machines still droning in unaffected song. No one noticed her pass. No one cared.
She entered the manager's office with timid anxiety and sweaty palms. She was certain she was about to be punished for Ava's absence. Unless there was already word on her sister's whereabouts, and she was in more trouble than with the factory director. Ebony gulped and faced the manger. He was already standing behind his long wooden desk with a long cane in his hand which he twirled between his fingers as he paced back and forth. It was an intimidating scene, and Ebony trembled noticeably.
"How long have you worked here?" he asked, not waiting for a reply, but glancing at the now open file on his desk. "Three years, almost four," he answered his own question, "sent here from Inaril Academy it says. Good school." He nodded his approval. "You were assigned a sister, were you not?" He leaned over his folder, "Ava Olohand," then peered at Ebony with his small beady eyes.
"Yes sir," she nodded, barely forcing the words through the lump in her throat.
"For how long?"
Ebony swallowed. "Since we have come here, Sir."
The manager straightened and took two large strides towards Ebony. "Then, I assume, you are aware of your sisterly obligations: to keep one another on course, to share in your work, pleasure, and unfortunately, punishment."
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