As the manager spoke, he slammed his fist on the table, his voice filled with rage. "The factory fed and housed that freeloader for over a decade, and in all that time, he never did a lick of work.
"He spent his days getting into trouble, harassing the young women. The factory would pay them a little hush money, and most people just turned a blind eye, writing it off as bad luck and moving on.
"But who could have imagined he'd take it even further? He demanded I let him 'have a turn' with my wife. After I refused, he had the gall to run up to my wife and daughter wearing nothing but a trench coat and, when they weren't looking, fling it open.
"My daughter is only four. She doesn't understand anything, but she was terrified. She came down with a fever that very night."
That shameless bastard, Walter Newton, saw how scared they were and had the nerve to swagger over, thrusting his hips at them and spewing all sorts of filth.
