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Rain lashed against the plant control room windows as the conveyor belt shuddered to a halt. My knuckles whitened around the radio - raw material silos sat at 12% capacity with no shipments inbound. That metallic taste of panic flooded my mouth as production managers' voices crackled through the static. For three hours we'd scrambled, calling suppliers who gave vague non-answers about "logistical complications." My tablet glowed with the International Cement Review application open to a shipping

Rain lashed against my windshield as I rolled through Jutland's gray November landscape, that hollow thud echoing through the cargo bay with every pothole. Another return trip from Esbjerg with nothing but air and regret rattling behind me. Seventy kilometers of diesel burning a hole in my pocket, the rhythm of empty tires on wet asphalt mocking my dwindling bank balance. Then my phone buzzed – not another dispatching nightmare, but Lars from the truck stop cafe sharing a screenshot of this weir

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