Berengar had been dreadfully busy with work over the past month, particularly in overseeing the beginning phases of his industrialization process, so much so that he had even begun to forsake his duties as a husband and father.
At this moment, he was sitting in his study, overseeing the expense reports for the initial startup costs of constructing a railroad. It was well within his expectations, and as such, he quickly signed his approval on the document with his fountain pen.
At this moment, he heard a knock on his door; as such, he instinctively called out to the person behind it.
"It's open."
After saying this, the door creaked open to reveal his newlywed wife, who was standing before him with a platter filled with food and a mug of beer. Before Berengar realized it, noon had approached, and lunchtime had arrived with it.