Speaking today at opening of new Loba-Wakol HQ in rural Anson County

I was pleased to offer few words today at the official opening of Loba-Wakol’s new North American headquarters in Wadesboro, N.C. Loba-Wakol announced in May of 2019 that they would be moving their HQ from Charlotte to the Anson County town. The company looked at more than 65 buildings in the Charlotte region before choosing Wadesboro, according to Ashley Carter, Loba-WakolNA COO.

The company, a leading supplier of adhesives and finishes to the wood

and resilient flooring industry, began renovations on the building shortly after the announcement, including the demolition of the former office area and the construction of a new HQ office suite. In all, Loba-Wakol is investing $6.6 million in the project which initially created 24 jobs, but will ultimately create up to 50 with the addition of a manufacturing component in 2021.

Anson County is a rural Tier 1 county an hour southeast of Charlotte. For more information, visit AnsonEDP.com.

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