Chapter 9

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Harris returned to the Ashford Group, starting all over from the lowest rung of the corporate ladder. Inside the workshop, hundreds of workers pulled backbreaking double shifts, so drained they could barely straighten their spines. They were held to a strict piece-rate quota that ticked by the second, leaving them no time even to grab a sip of water. He ate and slept right alongside the workers on the factory grounds. At the end of the month, his take-home pay only came out to 6,000 dollars. On top of that, a single mistake got him slapped with a 400-dollars fine. That left him with just 5,600 dollars. It hit him. The tiny 30-square-meter rental apartment Harris lived in cost 1,500 dollars a month just for rent. After covering utilities, commuting costs, new clothes, and living ex

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