Bajrang Steel Corporation

We are down here on Belilious Road at number 129. It’s a busy spot with trucks coming in and out all day long. Most of the time, we’re just moving stacks of steel around or checking the inventory lists. The air smells like metal and old grease from the machines. It’s nothing fancy, just a plain building where we spend most of our daylight hours. Sometimes the traffic on the road gets backed up so far that the drivers come in to complain, but that’s just how things go around here. We’ve got Bajrang Steel Corporation painted on the front, though the paint is peeling a bit from the sun. Inside, the floors are dusty and there are piles of scrap in the corners. We use a lot of old ledgers to keep track of what goes where. My desk is tucked in the back under a fan that squeaks every time it turns. It’s loud because of the heavy lifting equipment, so you usually have to shout to be heard over the noise. We keep a few chairs for people who drop by, but they’re mostly covered in jackets or lunch bags. When the weather is hot, the metal gets untouchable without thick gloves. It’s just us doing what we do every day, making sure the orders get loaded onto the right vehicles before the sun goes down. We’ve been at this address for a good while now and the routine stays pretty much the same.