Familiar Name
The words painted on the concrete chilled him: Oakland Lumber Company. Andrew’s pulse hammered. It was the same company he had been working for the past six months. He’d thought of it as a modest family business, one that claimed to value forests. But standing here, looking at the sprawling factory and the dam it fed, Andrew felt betrayed. The company he worked for wasn’t small. It was massive. And destructive.
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