The women continued their work silently, their lips pressed tightly together, but their movements became slower, as though the sharpness of the woman’s words had added an unseen weight to their shoulders. One of them, a younger girl, barely managed to lift her crate as the suited woman’s gaze slid over her.

“Every motion they make screams submission, obedience, and a willingness... a willingness that is far too eager. This is not natural, Mr. Kovács. This is a grotesque parody of what it means to be a woman. And you, you endorse this?”

The boss slowly, almost indifferently, took a drag from his cigarette and exhaled the smoke to the side. His eyes lingered briefly on the women before he turned back to the suited woman.

“These women are here of their own volition,” he said quietly but firmly. “No one forced them to live this way. The world has changed, and you don’t understand it.”

The suited woman sighed, crossing her arms as she regarded him.

“Oh, I understand perfectly. Genetic manipulation, biological programming – is this what you call free will now? Don’t you think this is a violation of human dignity?”

The boss’s eyebrows twitched slightly, but before he could reply, the woman glanced at her watch and turned on her heel.

“I will not accept this societal regression. Mark my words, Mr. Kovács.” And before anyone could respond, she left the greenhouse, leaving the workers behind in an oppressive, enveloping silence.