The Three Million That Became an IOU

I was reborn a second before my arm was torn off. Facing the roaring machine, I felt a chill run down my spine. I took several steps back, just about to say, "I quit", when someone suddenly shoved me from behind.

I fell straight onto the machine. A searing pain shot through my arm and exploded across my entire body. Once again, I watched my arm get ground up like butchered meat.

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"Oh, Zachary… How are you supposed to work and settle down after this?"

When I opened my eyes again, Mom was wailing by my side in the hospital ward.

The anesthesia hadn't fully worn off, so though the end of my arm was oozing blood, it didn't hurt at all. Despair washed over me. My heart felt like it was being twisted violently as I recalled just how close I had been to changing my fate.

Before I could even sort out my thoughts, the door swung open. The factory supervisor walked in. "Zachary, are you feeling better?"

Mom exploded the moment she saw him. "This is all your fault, Connor! You guys ruined his arm! You owe him everything!"

Connor Peterson was technically family—distant, but enough that he called my mom his cousin. He was also the one who got me this job at the factory.

"Calm down, Patty," he said, frowning. "What do you mean it was my fault? He was the one who violated safety procedures."

She froze. "What do you mean?"

He sighed. "We went through the surveillance footage. It shows that he violated the rules, which is what got his arm caught in the machine. And because of that, the entire factory has to shut down. I'm here to talk about how your family plans to compensate the factory for the losses, actually."

Mom looked even more flustered. It took her a long moment to register what was happening.

"What? My son lost his arm because of the factory, and not only are you refusing to take accountability, but you also want us to pay you? Oh, Lord. How are we supposed to live like this? You people are big bullies!"

She plopped down on the floor and started wailing again. Connor ignored her tantrum. He pulled out the bedside chair and sat down facing me.

"Zachary, your mom may not understand how things work, but you should. The machines in our factory are all imported from abroad. Even routine maintenance costs tens of thousands.

"Now, the machine's been damaged because of you, and repairing it requires flying in foreign engineers. That's all money. The production floor has no choice but to shut down.

"Usually, we produce hundreds of thousands' worth of goods a day. Add everything together, and the damages amount to three million dollars. HQ is not happy. They want someone to take responsibility."

His tone was stern, and the number was so huge that Mom forced back her tears in fear. "A-And how do they plan to make him do that?"

Connor replied, "Either Zachary pays for the damage, or he'll go to jail."

"H-How are we supposed to afford three million dollars?" Mom exclaimed, clearly panicked.

She grabbed his hand, almost collapsing from desperation. "Connor, we're family, aren't we? And you're the supervisor. Can't you talk to the higher-ups for us? Please don't make us pay. You know our situation… His father died early, and his little brother is still in high school…"

"Patty, do you think I wouldn't help if I could?" he replied.

Mom's helplessness was exactly what Connor wanted to see. He put on a troubled expression, adding, "I already talked to the plant manager. There's no way they can expect Zachary to cover the entire loss. That's why the factory will shoulder 90% of it, while your family only needs to pay 300,000 dollars."

Of course, 300,000 was still more than what our family could ever afford. It was practically like a death sentence to Mom. She cried and begged Connor to lower it further.

"I'm sorry, I'm not the boss. My word doesn't hold that much power, unfortunately," Connor said, then turned to me. "Actually, 300,000 isn't that much. Go out, work for a couple of years, and you'll earn it back. What do you think?"

"I think…" I looked at him coldly and said, "I won't be paying."