Angela Lautenschlг¤ger, Ole Hansen, Jennifer Wel... May 2026

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 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. Angela LautenschlГ¤ger, Ole Hansen, Jennifer Wel...

"Which is why Jennifer is here," Angela replied, nodding toward the woman sitting opposite Ole. Angela adjusted her coat, a faint smile playing on her lips

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. Jennifer, see you at dawn