condensed master

Will Bonner
Every morning, before work started, Will would make it his business to walk
around the various places where the staff were located to say "hello" and give them
the opportunity to get any problems they might have, off their chest. After seeing
the women in final inspection he left to get back to his office, with the thought in his
mind that he would have to ask Joanna if there was anything wrong.
"Mr. Brenner, Mr. Brenner!" Will turned to see one of the women hurrying
to catch up. She stopped, but hesitated.
"Is there something I can do for you?" She hesitated briefly again.
"No, not for me, it's Joanna. Do you know about her?"
"The only thing I do know is that she doesn't seem to be too happy over recent
times, and I was hoping she would tell me what was troubling her."
"She'll never do that. It's that pig of a husband, he's abusing her!" Will was
taken completely by surprise, it was the last thing he expected.
"But there's no marks on her face."
"No, he's cunning, only beating her about the arms and body, that's why she
wears a long sleeve blouse to hide the bruises. Her body is sometimes so sore she
has to take a day off." The woman's intensely enquiring gaze was demanding
some sort of positive response.
"I'll sort the matter out believe me, I'll see that it gets stopped."
"You won't tell her that I told you?"
"No, I won't even talk to her about it. There'll be other ways."
"The sooner the better," the woman remarked, as she walked away.
Casting his mind back, Will began to realize that the abuse must have been
going on for some time. He shuddered at the thought of what he had witnessed in
the salvage department, being applied to Joanna.
For the next couple of days, after overcoming his initial anger, his feelings
turned to frustration, not knowing the right way to approach the problem without
implicating himself and making matters worse for Joanna. He knew however, that
to procrastinate would not solve anything, and instead he would have to tackle
things head-on.
The whole production plant came to a grinding halt at l2 noon for the lunch
period and the vibrating sounds of activity dropped to a whisper. Joanna had left
the office to sit with the women in the final inspection, and Will sat alone eating his
sandwiches, but as the time drew close to getting started again, Will heard a voice
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