Micah waited. And waited.
By the time an hour passed, he had already checked the clock on the wall at least ten times and nearly nodded off on the plastic bench twice.
Finally, the door creaked open. A young woman stepped inside, wearing a pale grey factory uniform and a headset tucked behind her ear. Her ponytail bounced as she gave them a quick once over, eyes sharp but tired.
"Sorry for the wait," she said, adjusting the tablet in her hands. "There were some issues this morning. Let's get going. We've got an inspection today, so the sooner we wrap up your tour, the better."
Her tone wasn't rude, but it wasn't warm either. Just brisk and professional. Micah straightened up and glanced around at the others. Russell gave him a small shrug. Amy and Melissa were already standing, ready to follow. They didn't argue. Honestly, they knew they weren't exactly the factory's top priority today.
