 How did Piltdon feel about Feetch throughout most of the story?
"Feetch!" grated Ogden Piltdon, president of the Piltdon Opener Company, slamming the drafting board with his hairy fist, "I want results!" "But Mr. Piltdon," remonstrated Feetch unsteadily under his employer's glare, "don't you remember? Our own Piltdon opener barely manages to open a can in eight point nine without chimes. "Dignity," pronounced Piltdon, "is for museums. Four months, Feetch! Otherwise, Feetch—" Feetch's body twitched. Piltdon trudged out of the room, leaving behind him an oppressive silence. He had always wanted to devote all his time to research, but Piltdon Opener had not given him that opportunity. Ah, well, thought Feetch straightening his thin shoulders, he had managed somehow to design a few good things during his twenty-five years with Piltdon. "Got to be," answered Feetch tiredly. Twenty-five years of your life you put in with Piltdon, and he'd fire you just like that if you don't do the impossible. The Piltdon Company is built upon your designs and you get handed this deal!" "Well, well," said Feetch. Piltdon is a household word, but who has heard of Feetch? "Hello," said Feetch as an aproned machinist entered carrying a glistening mechanism. Several days later, however, Piltdon himself charged into the drawing room and slapped Feetch heartily on the back, causing him to break a pencil point. "Feetch!" roared Piltdon. "Mr. Piltdon—" said Feetch shakily.
 Feetch was just another worker to control
 He thought Feetch was brilliant  Feetch deserved credit for his work  Feetch was making more money than he deserved  Feetch was just another worker to control