Wilder's Wildgin Factory

Wilder hand done it, the squared minded fool. After the arrival of the mass bundles of iron bars, Wilder planned to close down the factory and encase it inside a giant metal gate so nobody could enter and steal the remaining bottles of  Wildgin, the factory’s primary production. Every worker went peevish over Wilder; destroying so many jobs for an unknown cause. He claims it to be for a frugal reason, only I, as well as everyone, can’t understand why such a substance as Wildgin needs to be spared for economical reasons, as ethnically it shouldn’t be drunken anyway.

However, Wilder listen to no one, ignored all protests, and seemingly hid himself deep inside the fortified factory, like Frankenstein hiding his own creation and experiments far away from civilisation.

I have a new job now, though I do miss the Wildgin factory. I still wonder what Wilder is up to in there, if he is still in there. He may be wandering alone in the factory hallways, possibly crying out to his echo trying to create a very own friend? Has he decided to drink himself to death with all of the Wildgin left inside? Has he become avaricious and create the worlds biggest brothel, with all the thousands he has? Whatever he is doing, I believe he feels raptured. He never seemed ashamed or sad when he closed the factory, he might be at his happiest now after we workers never truly understood him. One day the factory shall be broken into, and then the anonymous remains of Wilder’s legacy shall be found, ending his tale for good.