Bobby Du'wath, a short, middle-aged obese man with black, shaggy facial hair, wore a scowl as Marius came into view, his eye filled with embers of anger. Marius was [i]very[/i] late. Some of the molding machines had gone down, and Mister Du'wath had expected his "lowly, starting-wage tinkerer" long ago.

"Where the fuck have you been!?" The old man screamed as Marius passed him, not even sparing the fat, bald business owner a sideways glance. "You were supposed to be here five minutes ago! Now all the machines need fucking service because-"

"Shut up already. I'm on it." Marius said casually as entered the uncomfortable oven-like conditions of the workshop.

The old company forklift passed by quickly, moving finished parts to the packaging area. Marius dodged around the forklift, circling toward the machines he had rigged to fail. Being the only person in the shop capable of rigging and fixing machines, Marius saw fit to add what he called "job security" to the ovens; small tweaks that would ensure machine failure if they were not serviced daily, and would destroy valuable parts if they went for long periods without the touch of Marius. The young engineer was already sure his employer was too much of a cheapskate to pay him a wage he deserved, so ensuring his continued employment was of utmost importance.

Two of Marius' co-workers committed themselves to busy-work, as their oven had stopped working. Marius only gave a smirk to one of his better-known comrades as he approached the panel containing the wiring for the machine. Du'wath followed, ready to inform Marius of his violently sudden lack of employment, yet he couldn't bring himself to fire someone so valuable. Marius fixed what others broke, which seemed to be a rare talent nowadays, given most peoples' lack of interest in anything but their phones and social media. Even some of the workers in the shop almost ruined parts just because they were paying more attention to their phones than their ovens.

Marius calmly uncrossed and reconnected wires gracefully and effectively, bringing the machine back to life, but leaving a flaw that would ensure his return. Meanwhile, Du'wath stood at a distance, silently fuming, which only served to instill an unwarranted amount of stress in his workers.

This was a regular workday for Marius. Rigging broken garbage to break later. It was just a means to ensure his continued existence, with no ensured corporate ladder-climbing in the future. He wanted out. He wanted more. Marius would change the world, given a chance, but for now, he watched and waited. His time would come. Maybe.