The filler head whirred to life. Conveyors turned. Bottles marched. Kaelen grunted in approval and walked away without a word. Marco just shook his head. "You and your fancy downloads."
"You have thirty minutes," he said. "Or I’m calling in an external contractor."
"Brand new doesn't mean good," Lena said, grabbing a cable tester and a harness.
The progress bar crawled. 2%. 5%. The plant manager, a man named Kaelen who only understood throughput and blame, appeared behind her.