Angela Lautenschlг¤ger, Ole Hansen, Jennifer Wel... Official

The rain drummed a relentless rhythm against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Hamburg waterfront office, but inside, the atmosphere was bone-dry and electric with tension. Angela Lautenschläger sat at the head of the mahogany table, her eyes fixed on the digital display glowing in the center. As the primary benefactor of the Lautenschläger Foundation, she was used to high stakes, but today wasn’t about philanthropy. It was about legacy.

As they walked out into the cool, damp night, Ole paused to light a cigar, the match flare illuminating his grin. "You realize we're either going to save the industry or be the most expensive failure in German history, right?" Angela Lautenschläger, Ole Hansen, Jennifer Wel...

Angela adjusted her coat, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Then let’s make sure we're the former. Goodnight, gentlemen. Jennifer, see you at dawn." The rain drummed a relentless rhythm against the