One month later, back in Pittsburgh Pennsylvania.
Jonathan Axelsen strode confidently across the muddy construction site, the soft ground giving way beneath his polished leather boots as he approached the towering office building. Poul Nielsen, his partner, walked beside him, gripping a bundle of blueprints under his arm. A gust of wind swept through the site, lifting a cloud of dust and forcing Poul to shield his eyes.
"Jonathan," Poul said, squinting against the gritty air, "I must say, the progress on this building is astounding. It's hard to believe we started just two years ago."
Jonathan nodded, his gaze taking in the strong brick facade, the sturdy iron girders, and the intricate wooden scaffolding enveloping the structure.
"You're right, Poul. This project truly showcases our engineering expertise. Now, let's get on with the inspection, shall we?"
As they entered the building, Jonathan glanced at his pocket watch.
