The Next Generation

Edward surveyed the factory floor from the manager’s office high above. The machines stood in neat rows, each being run by a diligent worker. The troubles of last year had been smoothed out — his son, Randall, had seen to that. The boy had grown into a worthy heir, and all of this would be his in twenty years or so. Retirement still felt pointless, though, and there was no reason to set aside the running of the company for the moment.