Meanwhile on the same day at the same time, 370 kilometers away from Pittsburg.
On 26th street Broadway New York. Rockefeller rapped his fingers against the table as he waited for his assistant to arrive in his office. He was told that he carries information that is vital for Rockefeller's dominance in the oil industry and he can't wait to hear from him.
After several minutes, his assistant arrived in the office with a file of documents clutched in his hands. Rockefeller motioned for him to take a seat as he flipped through the files.
"What's the status of the Avalonian Oil Company?" Rockefeller asked, cutting straight to the chase.
"They're still struggling to keep up with the demand, sir," his assistant replied. "But I've gathered some intel on their next move."
Rockefeller leaned forward, his interest piqued. "Go on."
