Creating an Industrial Empire in 19th Century Parallel World-Novel

A week later, the person that Caroline recommended to be their private investigator arrived at the headquarters of the company.

Amelia was leading the man to the conference room, where Poul was waiting for him.

"I must say, this is the first time I saw such a unique building," Jack said as he looked around the interior of the building. "I wonder how much it cost your company to construct this."

"The amount of money to construct this building is cheaper compared to building a palace, Mr. Davis," Amelia replied. "If you are looking for an exact amount, then I'm afraid that I can't help you with that. The company founders, Mr. Nielsen, and Mr. Axelsen didn't disclose any information regarding the cost of constructing this building to anyone, not even to the employees."

"I see," Jack said with a nod. "I understand the need for confidentiality in business matters.

A moment later, they arrived at the conference room.

Jack looked around for a moment, taking in the surroundings before flickering his gaze to the person sitting at the far center of the long mahogany table.

"You must be Jack Davis."

"And you must be the founder, Poul Nielsen. I can tell because of your distinct silver hair…" Jack said.

"It's great that nearly everyone that I have met is beginning to notice who I am just by looking at my hair…"

"Well, you are getting popular, Mr. Nielsen, along with your partner who was in New York, correct?"

"That is right," Poul concurred. "So, as the person referred to by Ms. Dupont, I'm sure you were briefed by her before you got here. That we are facing a situation that we have to settle."

Jack's expression turned serious upon the mention of the issue. He took his seat opposite his and started speaking.

"Yes. It's about you believing that Mr. Rockefeller has something to do with the state barring you from getting the licenses and permits for your oil mining company, am I right?" Jack said.

"That is correct," Poul confirmed. "With you knowing that we can make this meeting short. I want you to find out if there is corruption or foul play behind this. And if there is, I want you to report it to me along with concrete evidence."

"So you want me to infiltrate their residences, am I right?" Jack asked.

"I don't know. Is that how private investigators work?" Poul returned a question.

Jack shook his head. "No, that's not how I work. I will conduct a thorough investigation, gather evidence, and analyze any possible connections or motives. It's my job to uncover the truth, and I'll do it within the confines of the law."

"Then why bring that up?" Poul inquired.

"Because if you are desperate and willing to pay a premium, then I can do just that. It's faster and more efficient compared to the conventional process. I'm sure you know that Ms. Dupont recommended me because I was suitable for that kind of job."

"So you are advertising huh?" Poul sighed. "Very well, my company is willing to pay a premium so long as you deliver as promised…"

"But this is always not a guarantee that you are going to see what you are looking for," Jack interrupted.  "You are suspecting Mr. Rockefeller of something and if he turns out that he has done nothing, well, don't go chasing after me. Oh, speaking of terms, I want you to pay me upfront…"

Poul raised an eyebrow at Jack's request. "Upfront payment?" he repeated, a hint of suspicion in his tone.

"Yes. It's part of my terms," Jack replied firmly. "I need to know that you are serious about this investigation and that you have the means to pay me for my services. And if it turns out that there is no evidence of foul play on Mr. Rockefeller's part, I still get to keep the payment for my time and effort."

"Yeah, that's a good term that protects your interest of yours but what about us? What if you run away after we pay you?" Poul asked.

"You trust Ms. Dupont right? Then that means I'm legit," Jack paused for a moment, allowing Poul to process his words.

"Plus, I have a reputation to uphold, Mr. Nielsen. I'm not some low-life scam artist that runs away with the money. You can trust that I will deliver what I promised. And if I don't, you can take legal action against me," Jack assured him.

Poul nodded slowly, still seeming unsure. "Very well. We'll pay you upfront. I haven't asked Ms. Dupont about the price so how much are you asking?"

"Five hundred dollars," Davis named the price.

"Deal," Poul accepted his price without hesitation.

"Wait…really? You are agreeing to pay five hundred dollars for my service?" Jack asked, a bit befuddled at Poul's acceptance.

"Is there a problem?" Poul tilted his head to the side.

"No, it's not that. I'm feeling a bit regretful. I should have asked for one thousand dollars. Is the table still open?"

"If you did, then I would. But unfortunately, the deal has already been made," Poul replied, a small smile on his face. "But I'll keep that in mind for any future dealings with you."

Jack chuckled at Poul's response. "Fair enough. So, when do you want me to start?"

"As soon as possible," Poul answered. "We want to resolve this issue quickly and get back to business as usual."

"Understood. I'll get to work right away," Jack said as he stood up from his seat. "I'll keep you updated on any progress I make."

"Thank you, Mr. Davis. We appreciate your help," Poul said, also standing up to shake Jack's hand.

Poul flickered his gaze to Amelia. "Please escort him out."

Amelia nodded, standing up from her seat as well. "Right this way, Mr. Davis."

Jack followed Amelia out of the room, leaving Poul alone in the conference room.

As they walked down the hallway, Jack couldn't help but notice Amelia's beauty. She had striking features that were his type.

"Amelia was it?" Jack asked.

"Amelia Weiss."

"Ms. Weiss, after this investigation, can I take you out to dinner?"

Amelia stopped walking, turning to face Jack. She gave him a polite smile. "Thank you for the offer, Mr. Davis, but I'm going to have to decline."

Jack's face fell a bit, but he tried to hide his disappointment. "Oh, I see. Well, no harm in asking, right?"

Amelia shook her head. "None at all. But I don't mix business with pleasure."

"Ah, I understand completely. It was worth a shot though," Jack said, giving her a charming grin.

Amelia smiled back, her eyes meeting his. "I appreciate the gesture, Mr. Davis. I have work to attend to so if you can kindly follow me…"

"Oh yes."

The two resumed and made their way out of the office.