After My Father’s

the plant again.

By 7:30, employees were scared.

By 8:00, I stood on the same pallet by the loading dock, holding a microphone with one hand and my father’s letter with the other.

“My father made a serious mistake,” I said.

The crowd went silent.

No spin.

No delay.

No softening.

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