The chanting outside grew deafening, vibrating through the thick walls of Taylons Enterprises like a relentless drumbeat.
Taylor stood by his office window, his expression unreadable but his clenched fists betraying the storm raging within him.
Below, the crowd of protesters had swelled, their collective anger a palpable force.
Workers chanted for wages, voices clear right to the executive floors.
Placards waved above the sea of people, letters in bold facing him as an accusation:
"Fraud!"
"Pay Us Now!"
"Taylor Fury Has Failed!"
Company gates groaned with the surge of the crowd against them.
Security guards were few in number and showed their anxiety, forming a shaking line to hold them back.
Cues could be heard from some of the workers who had started to jingle the gate in
