Back in Pittsburgh, the day after Jonathan's meeting with Rockefeller, Poul found himself buried in piles of business documents that Amelia had asked him to sort. As he worked, the telephone on his desk suddenly rang, interrupting his concentration. With a quick swipe, he picked up the receiver and placed it between his ear and shoulder.
"Nielsen speaking," he answered.
"It's Jonathan. Do you want to know what happened at my meeting with Rockefeller yesterday?" Jonathan's voice crackled through the line.
Poul's interest was piqued. "Yes, of course. Is it about the oil?"
Jonathan's voice held a note of frustration. "Yes, it is about the oil. Rockefeller found out about the lands we were buying, and he demanded that we sell them to him at double the price. He even had the audacity to tell us not to compete with him or we'll be defeated like the others."
Poul let out a scoff. "And he thinks we'll just give in to his demands?"
