บท 95: Prospect in the Axelsen & Nielsen Arms Manufacturing Company

The train rumbled along the tracks, the wheels grinding against the metal rails. Inside the first-class car, the plush seats were a deep burgundy, the velvet cushions soft to the touch. The cabin was adorned with elegant lamps that cast a warm, inviting glow throughout the space.

Jonathan sat in one of the seats, his eyes scanning the newspaper in front of him. He wore a sharp black suit that complemented his blonde hair and angular features. Despite the calm expression on his face, he was deep in thought, contemplating the upcoming agenda once he returned to Pittsburgh. 

Amelia, on the other hand, was slouched in her seat, her head tilted to the side as she tried to catch some sleep. Her navy blue hair was tied back in a neat bun, and her blue eyes were closed in peaceful slumber. Poul Nielsen, sat next to her, his gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside the window.