Poul started to make a move, grabbing the telephone and dialing the number of Mr. Morgan's residence.
As the telephone trilled, Poul nervously tapped his foot on the ground, waiting for the call to connect. After a few rings, the call was finally answered by an operator, who then connected him to Mr. Morgan.
"Hello?" a gruff voice answered.
"Mr. Morgan? It's Poul here," Poul said, trying to keep his voice steady.
"Oh. Mr. Nielsen…or rather, Poul. I have been expecting your call since the time I received news about the permits and licenses. Care to explain?"
"Well, Mr. Morgan, there has been a problem with getting it. You see, the state is not giving us the permits and licenses because of the prospect of environmental damage, which I found ridiculous because if that was the case, then they should have given the Standard Oil Company a closure order since they are the ones destroying the environment as we speak."
