The Three Businessmen Part 2

Smoke drifted upward from the boiler chimney while the giant flywheel continued turning as if the conversation around it didn't matter.

Thomas stared at it for several more seconds.

Then he looked at Ernest.

"I want one."

"Me too," Sebastian immediately said.

Edgar folded his arms.

"And me."

Silence.

Three different industries.

Three different businessmen.

And all of them wanted the same machine.

Hollen slowly looked from one man to another.

Then toward Ernest.

Then back again.

The forge owner suddenly felt a headache coming.

Because he knew that look on Ernest's face.

The one that appeared whenever a problem was far more complicated than it seemed.

Ernest finally spoke.

"It won't be that easy."

The three men frowned.

Sebastian was the first to ask.

"What do you mean?"

Ernest walked toward the flywheel and placed his hand on its iron rim.