The President of Ardenfontein left the palace before the night. Later, he would need to meet with the ambassador of Diarcesia, which he thought would result in a predictable outcome, for his country could supply the neighbouring state with abundant minerals extracted by cheap labour. When next year came, and Diarcesia would ask for more, he would have more school children to extract more diamonds.
He spent the first hour in the backseat of a limousine, but on the second had no choice but to sit in a small sedan to show the villagers that he was the man of the people. On the third hour he found himself in the regional headquarters of the Arden Mining company, a big old building, about a mile from the nearest town, on a road paved well for once, with the luxurious seaside view for its well-paid executives.
Alejandro Garcia carried his presentation folder in his left hand and slung his bag with his right.
Luis Cabrera, the Minister of Armed Workers, greeted him. "You're almost one hour's late," he said crossly.
Alejandro smiled at him. He knew that Luis was cross because this was an important meeting. "Diarcesia is a bigger country with a stronger economy, but convincing my people by driving in a humble sedan is even more important."
"Sir, I do understand, the point of portraying yourself as the man of your people."
"Then you must not doubt my judgment again," said Alejandro.
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The meeting room was a spacious one, so Luis moved the chairs around. If the Diarcesian delegation was a big one, they could then get to know their Arden counterparts better. The executive desk was positioned just behind the big glass windows, with the view of diamond workers doing their job on the field outside—to open Diarcesia's eyes to the riches that Ardenfontein offered.
They sat down and drank the cold water and ate quality Arden grapes reserved only for the upper class.
Their guest should arrive anytime now.
