The employees united vociferously against the evil management, fighting for their just cause. The police, paid by the management, used water cannons to disperse the throng in mutiny. With chests jutting forward in proud defiance, the employees made the hose-wielding men shrink.
“Cut”, screamed the director. “Good job, everyone. Let’s finish with the song shoot.”
The owner of the factory smiled. His decision to close down the unit and venture into film production was a masterstroke.
Outside the locked gates, few hundred gaunt men sat on slushy ground. Their feeble protests were drowned by the loudspeakers blaring songs about capitalistic greed.
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