The afternoon sun cast a warm glow as it streamed through the windows of Poul's room, where he had taken up residence for the past month of January and the first week of February. Having been unceremoniously kicked out of the Astoria Hotel, he had found a temporary home in this place. As he packed his belongings into his luggage, preparing to leave, he reflected on the past month of his life.
Having completed his one-month contract as a supervisor of a factory that produces direct current electric motors, Poul had trained the workers to manufacture an electric motor in a mere month. Now that they had the necessary skills, he was ready to leave them to their work. As he was packing, he heard a knock on the door, and a voice called out to him.
"Mr. Nielsen, Mr. Russell wanted to speak with you."
