ARGON
"Get those batches checked. We don't want any issues with our client, " I ordered the workers at the factory house.
It was six in the morning, and all the staffs were working their asses out, just to meet up with the order.
Jerome and I had decided to stay with the workers throughout the week, so it would be easier to supervise the making of the materials for our client.
We had five more days to go and we were just a quarter away from our goal.
"Come on, let's make it snappy, " I ordered the workers, feeling troubled and desperate at heart.
Jerome had to Pat me on the shoulder, advising that I stay calm and believe in myself.
"It will be ready before the last day. Don't work yourself out."
"Yeah, sorry. I just want to show those assholes that I don't need their assistance any
