It was a typical autumn day in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. The trees outside were changing colors, their leaves turning into shades of orange, yellow, and red.
Inside the office of Axelsen & Nielsen Air Brake Company, Poul and Jonathan were working diligently on their daily tasks, sifting through files and stamping documents. The air was filled with the sounds of rustling papers and the occasional hum of the machines.
Suddenly, the door to the office burst open, and in walked Amelia, holding a file tightly against her chest. Her bright smile lit up the room as she greeted the two men.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Axelsen, Mr. Nielsen. I just arrived from the bank to check if Mr. Wanderbilt already made the transfer," she said.
Poul and Jonathan looked up at her with anticipation in their eyes. The transfer from Mr. Wanderbilt had been the talk of the town for days, and they had been anxiously awaiting the news.
