Where there is light, there is always shadow, just as there are those who do not benefit from the laws, even if they exist.
For Matteo, who worked in a factory in Florence, Toscana Empire, the light of the labor laws never reached him.
“Damn it! You’re as slow as a slug! Do you think you can finish everything before the deadline at this rate?”
The supervisor whipped through the air.
The whip’s crack, surpassing the speed of sound, hit Matteo and the other workers’ ears with a loud “bang, bang.”
Now, as they were barely moving, the whip wouldn’t land on Matteo’s back.
But the moment they slackened off even a little, the whip would strike them hard.
