Angela adjusted her coat, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Then let’s make sure we're the former. Goodnight, gentlemen. Jennifer, see you at dawn."
As they walked out into the cool, damp night, Ole paused to light a cigar, the match flare illuminating his grin. "You realize we're either going to save the industry or be the most expensive failure in German history, right?" Angela Lautenschläger, Ole Hansen, Jennifer Wel...
Jennifer slid a tablet across the table. "I’ve mapped the integration. If we move now, we bypass the regulatory bottleneck in the North Sea. But Ole is right about the human element. The local unions are wary. They see the Lautenschläger name and they see 'automation.' They don’t see 'sustainability.'" Angela adjusted her coat, a faint smile playing on her lips