"So, what you're saying is, if the price is right, the thousand-plus people on your ship will all stay on our island, correct?"
Sika, the highest official in Comoros, sat at the dining table, cautiously asking Anna.
He was short and dark-skinned; if you didn't look closely, you'd think the man in front of you was a monkey dressed in a floral shirt.
He was so small, even Anna was a whole head taller than him.
Anna, sitting sideways, smiled at the skinny man and raised her glass. "It wouldn't just be this one time. As long as our cooperation goes smoothly, my world cruise can make this place a regular stop. By then, it won't be only one ship docking here."
Hearing this, Sika could no longer contain his excitement. If this deal went through, this route would be a hen that lays golden eggs! Just imagine how much foreign exchange it could generate for the island in a year, how much it would reduce unemployment here.
As for her identity, the ship anchored out at sea was enough proof.
