After Striking Over Unpaid Heat Pay, Summer Interns Regret Madly

All over a three-hundred-dollar heat bonus that never came, the factory's summer interns ganged up and cornered me in my own office. Their ringleader, Theodore, kicked my swivel chair over and jabbed a finger at me, shouting. "Boss Sterling, we bust our backs on that floor in a hundred and four degrees, and we haven't seen a dime of hot-weather pay!" "Think college kids are easy to push around, huh? You make life hard for us, we walk off the line right now, and your shipment doesn't go anywhere!"