I made my way to the section where both the current production line and the confidential plans for future car models were located. The space I entered was a wide, immaculate stretch of blinding white. It was sterile and futuristic. It felt more like stepping into a dreamscape than a workplace. The only things that broke the uniform whiteness were the sleek forms of cars in various stages of development, and the mechanics diligently working on them. Strikingly, every single one of them was a woman.
The moment I stepped in, the women all paused what they were doing and bowed deeply in perfect synchrony, their expressions calm and disciplined. The mechanical whir of tools came to a halt, replaced by the rustling of fabric and the faint echo of their respectful movement.
Rose stood beside me, her eyes narrowing slightly as she scanned the room.
"…It's really... strange that there are no male employees here," she said quietly, as if afraid to break the stillness of the space.
