April 2nd, 893.
Poul and Sara stood near the entrance of the main office, observing a Model J Duesenberg as it pulled up to the curb.
From the car, a well-dressed man in a black three-piece suit emerged. He adjusted his black top hat, casting a brief glance in their direction before offering a polite smile.
"Jonathan," Poul said, acknowledging his arrival.
Jonathan circled around the car and opened the passenger door, extending his hand to assist the lady inside.
The lady who emerged from the car was none other than Caroline, Jonathan's wife. She wore a stylish, ankle-length dress that flowed gracefully as she stepped onto the sidewalk. Her hat matched the ensemble, adorned with a ribbon that fluttered in the light breeze. With a graceful nod of gratitude, Caroline accepted Jonathan's hand and stepped out of the car, her eyes lighting up as they met Sara's.
