Chapitre 251: The Prospects

After their meeting with the President, Poul sank back into the plush velvet chair of the carriage, letting out a deep sigh of relief. The weight of the momentous occasion had finally lifted from his shoulders.

"At last, it is done," Poul murmured, his voice tinged with a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction. He turned to Amelia, who sat across from him, her presence a comforting reassurance amidst the whirlwind of emotions. "What are your thoughts on the President's reaction, Amelia?"

Amelia offered a warm smile, her eyes reflecting a blend of pride and anticipation. "The President seemed pleased, Poul. But now, it's time to focus on your radio prototype. The real work begins."

Poul chuckled softly, the sound resonating within the confined space of the carriage. He allowed himself a moment to settle into the embrace of the luxurious surroundings, his gaze drifting upwards to the intricately adorned ceiling.