The refinery buzzed with activity as workers rushed to finalize preparations for the first shipment of oil. The drills had struck rich reserves at Cerro Negro weeks ago, and now dozens of tanker trucks lined up at the newly constructed loading station. Thick black crude was being pumped into their tanks, destined for Amerathian markets.
Matthew Hesh stood on an elevated platform overlooking the refinery. The air was thick with the scent of petroleum, but to him, it was the smell of progress. Amber approached, clipboard in hand, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.
"Looks like we're finally getting somewhere," she said, nodding toward the trucks.
"Yes," Matthew replied, "but it's only the beginning. If everything goes according to plan, this shipment will be the first of many."
