Mother told Sebastian that conflict is drama. After which he spent his life engineering conflict and being dramatic about the outcome – loudly and to the detriment of the mental health of his workforce.
This was fine as long as his uncle owned the place, but then the old guy retired. Sold the factory to a swarthy individual with an unpronounceable name and a lot of cousins with calloused hands and intricate ink on their arms and shoulders.
Nobody knew precisely who Sebastian pissed off with his habitual dramatics. But they did know how quiet he was with a broken jaw.
Daily Drabble – Conflict

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