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TWO WEEKS & a Dozen of Eggs ? part one
Tire Plant Meeting Room
The conference room was cold, its sterile fluorescent lights casting a harsh glow on the faces around the table. Izayah Castleberry sat stiffly, fiddling with the edge of his notepad as sweat trickled down his back. Across from him, the plant manager, Mr. Grayson, leaned forward, his expression grim.
"What are we to do Izayah?," Mr. Grayson began, his voice low but firm, "Look at the persistent decline in your production-numbers."
Mr. Grayson phone makes a beep sound. He looks at cell phone screen reading the text and puts the cell phone away
Izayah shifted in his seat, trying to muster a defense. "I know we’ve had some setbacks, but we’re working on improving. I’ve implemented some new strategies— — "
Mr. Grayson cut him off. "It’s too late for strategies, Izayah. The numbers haven’t improved. We can’t afford to keep you on."
The room felt like it was closing in on him. Izayah’s heart pounded as he struggled to breathe evenly. "I—I’ve been with this company for years. I supervisor of the month eight times for God sake. I turned this shift around once before I can do it again. I just need a little more time— — "
