The Only Fixer
Washing WheatFeel-Good StoryPlot TwistsMale POVWorkplaceFace Slapping
I was laid off.
Having reached middle age and lacking any special skills, I could only work as a warehouse manager in a private company.
On the first day of work, I saw a large, dusty object in the corner. An imported precision instrument worth four million dollars sat there as scrap metal.
My new colleague scoffed. "Stop looking. The boss spent a fortune on it. Even ten experts couldn't handle it. It's just a decoration."
I walked up and touched the familiar body of the machine. "I can fix this."
The entire workshop fell silent.
My boss came upon hearing the news. He looked at me with contempt. "If you can fix it, I'll give you half of my shares. If not, you'll pay with your life."
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