Friday, October 28, 2016

Microstory 440: Floor 2 (Part 1)

I am so nervous. I don’t actually work for Analion. I’m just the only soul brave enough to come down and discuss its recent problems, and how they pertain to me, if at all. You see, I personally installed one of the windows that someone fell out of. The Telute family has not once indicated to me that they blame me for what happened, but the media sure does. Firstly, it’s not easy to make the public understand the difference between Analion and a contractor like me. I’m just an independent handyman with a wide range of skills. I don’t have anything to do with design or testing. I take what the customer buys and make it work how they want it. Many of my clients are friends, or friends of friends. Even if people do recognize a distinction between me and the company, I still have to convince them that it wasn’t my fault. This difficulty is compounded by the fact that I’m not even convinced myself that I did nothing wrong. Right now, I’m waiting for my lawyer on the second level of the lobby. She’s advised against my meeting with Analion lawyers, and thinks they plan on pinning the whole thing on me, which they may very well be planning to do. I tend to be more optimistic, though. I choose to believe that this can be resolved amicably. The family members deserve justice, and that’s not really something I can provide. At least I can’t help them financially since I’m poor. But, I mean—wait, did you hear that? Was that the elevator? It sounded li

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