Week 5: An Experiment with Dialogue

Part One: 

"It's either now or never, Rachel."

"That's what you think Tom. If I come forward with that information, the press is going to be after me for years."

"Yes, but is that really what's most important to you? What other people think? Not the thousands of lives that depend on your whistle blowing?"

"If the committee finds out about this I'll be ruined-- I'll never be able to show my face around here again."

"We could keep you anonymous."

"Let's be real Tom, there's no way that would be possible. Not with today's technology."

"Well then why can't you just tell the reporter what's happening? There's still a way to figure this out..."

"I-I don't know anymore. If President Schrue finds out, we're both finished."

"I'd rather it be us than the other workers who depend on this job for survival!"

"There's just no way Tom, there's just no way!"

"C'mon Rachel...let's meet in the middle here, not just for our sake, but for everyone else's!"

Part Two:

    The pair of coworkers and also unlikely friends: Rachel and Tom, were almost inseparable it appeared these days. One could only wonder why until they happened to listen in upon their intimate conversations.

    Rachel locked the door to the conference room, after a rough meeting with the committee she was about to be faced with no other choice. The public must know about the company's decisions.

    "It's either now or never Rachel," Tom let out a long sigh. He pushed the palms of his hands against the temple of his forehead.

    Rachel shook her head, still stuck in her own disbelief, "That's what you think Tom. If I come forward with that information, the press is going to be after me for years."

    Silence followed, Tom thought about what to say next.

    "Yes, but is that really what's most important to you? What other people think? Not the thousands of lives that depend on your whistle blowing?"

    Once again Rachel shook her head, this time however she felt even more furious.

    "If the committee finds out about this I'll be ruined-- I'll never be able to show my face around here again."

    Tom sighed once again. She was right. He pounded his fist against the wall in frustration. There had to be a way.

    "We could keep you anonymous," he suggested.

    "Let's be real Tom, there's no way that would be possible. Not with today's technology," Rachel felt as if her heart was about to burst, "I-I don't know anymore. If President Schrue finds out, we're both finished."

    "I'd rather it be us than the other workers who depend on this job for survival!"

    "There's just no way Tom, there's just no way!" Rachel cried out, tears threatening to pour out of her eyes.

 Part Three:

    The pair of coworkers and also unlikely friends: Rachel and Tom, were almost inseparable it appeared these days. One could only wonder why until they happened to listen in upon their intimate conversations. Rachel in particular had become oddly suspicious as of late. No one wanted to associate with her for they knew she carried something evil on her mind. Rachel recognized this change, knowing Tom was the only other person she'd ever told about what she had witnessed. The equipment they were using to produce the gems would only continue to make them more sick.

    If President Schrue was right, then Rachel knew time was running out. Earlier that morning she had walked up to Tom's desk and invited him to an urgent lunch meeting. They would meet around the same time as the higher-ups normally did for their daily schmoozing. Rachel had no interest in moving up the corporate ladder. Not with what as at stake right now.

    The time came around for their lunch meeting. Rachel locked the door to the conference room, after a rough meeting with the committee she was about to be faced with no other choice. The public must know about the company's decisions.

    "It's either now or never Rachel," Tom let out a long sigh. He pushed the palms of his hands against the temple of his forehead.

    Rachel shook her head, still stuck in her own disbelief, "That's what you think Tom. If I come forward with that information, the press is going to be after me for years." She refused to think about the media frenzy that would swarm her, everyone trusted Schrue Corporation for their safe and ethical production of rare gems and allegedly natural elements. Rachel knew it would be hard to find anyone who might believe her.

    Silence followed, Tom thought about what to say next.

    "Yes, but is that really what's most important to you? What other people think? Not the thousands of lives that depend on your whistle blowing?"

    Once again Rachel shook her head, this time however she felt even more furious. Why must she care about herself so much?!? It was obvious what the right thing to do was-- yet still, Rachel felt even more unsure about herself.

    "If the committee finds out about this I'll be ruined-- I'll never be able to show my face around here again."

    Tom sighed once again. She was right. He pounded his fist against the wall in frustration. There had to be a way.

    "We could keep you anonymous," he suggested.

    "Let's be real Tom, there's no way that would be possible. Not with today's technology," Rachel felt as if her heart was about to burst, "I-I don't know anymore. If President Schrue finds out, we're both finished."

    The impending doom of their eventual decline in health and eventual death only made Rachel feel worse. If President Schrue really did find out that it was Rachel who had leaked the information, he would certainly be after her life until she was certainly gone.

    "I'd rather it be us than the other workers who depend on this job for survival!"

    "There's just no way Tom, there's just no way!" Rachel cried out, tears threatening to pour out of her eyes. Only weeks earlier, Rachel had felt brave. Now she felt like a shell of her former self-- there was still lots that she needed to do, and the time that she needed to do those things only seemed to further run out.

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