On their way to Pennsylvania Hospital, Sara broke the silence that had enveloped the vehicle with a question.
"So, how's work been, Poul?"
Poul hummed, taking a moment to think before responding. "It's good, busy but manageable. My daily routine mostly involves reviewing reports from each department and putting my stamp and signature on them. But what really keeps us on our toes is the World's Fair project. We've been entrusted with lighting up the entire event, and with around thirty million people expected to attend from all corners of the world, there's no room for error."
"I see, but what about the legal side? The congressional hearing. It's been a month, and you haven't updated me on that yet."
Poul's expression grew more serious, and he reached for her hand. "About that... I'm taking an aggressive stance."
"What do you mean?"
