The drawing room was silent save for the sound of Poul Nielsen's agitated footsteps as he paced back and forth, his face twisted in anger. The assembled engineers exchanged uneasy glances, each wondering what had caused their boss's furious state.
"Our first three clients said to me earlier that they won't pursue a partnership with us, and Wandebilt's secretary informed me that they are pulling out of the agreement," Poul roared, his voice rumbling like a volcano about to erupt. "I have a simple question for each and every one of you: How did they get the air brakes!"
The engineers remained silent, processing the unexpected turn of events. The tension in the room was palpable as Poul's anger continued to rise.
