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"Which is why Jennifer is here," Angela replied, nodding toward the woman sitting opposite Ole.

Jennifer Welcher didn't look like a disruptor. Clad in a sharp, slate-grey blazer with her hair pulled into a no-nonsense bun, she looked like the auditor she had once been. But Jennifer had spent the last five years dismantling and rebuilding some of the most inefficient logistics chains in Europe. She didn't see people; she saw nodes and flow rates. Angela Lautenschläger, Ole Hansen, Jennifer Wel...

Jennifer slid a tablet across the table. "I’ve mapped the integration. If we move now, we bypass the regulatory bottleneck in the North Sea. But Ole is right about the human element. The local unions are wary. They see the Lautenschläger name and they see 'automation.' They don’t see 'sustainability.'" "Which is why Jennifer is here," Angela replied,

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. But Jennifer had spent the last five years