The workers glared at him but moved faster, wheeling bricks to the concrete slab.
Looking at his watch, the manager scowled. “This building isn’t going to make itself. If you work harder, maybe one day you’ll be my equal.”
The group of men laughed and shook their heads. They spoke in their native tongue, their words meaningless to the manager.
“What are you saying? Speak English!”
They looked at him with contempt, and a man stepped forward before answering, “Learn our language and find out, then maybe someday you’ll be our equal.”