"Well," Fin said, grinning. "Quite a bit of this is guess work, okay, but I think I'm right. The Foundry did very nicely thank you out of the war - Second World - and got a nice lot of lucrative government contracts for fabricating metal members for large construction projects - including prefabricated bridges. But once the war was won and the contracts expired they were competing with other companies and needed new partners. Supplying Temminck Construction seemed like a great idea. However," he held up a finger, "there was a string of bad luck - machinery broke down - men were killed - big hike in insurance premiums - their suppliers found a better price elsewhere. The CEO of the Foundry was at his wits end what to do until his good friend Temminck offered to bail him out in return for a nice tranche of shares in the company and you can guess the rest."
He smiled at Andras.
"For the life of me I can't think why but the silly bastard is eating his heart out for you and keeps bending my ear about it. Put him out of his misery - either fuck Andras or fuck off and join a monastery. Either way do it soon."