In the boardroom, Osa was with his committee team. Twenty men sat around the oval-shaped oak desk.
Noah said, "Thousands of acres of crops have been destroyed by the jets from Intermarium in Cascadia. They did fifty million dollars' worth of damage to the crop."
Osa slammed his fist on the table. "Damn the bitch! Lolita's terrorists caused a lot of damage to the fields in Cascadia. As a country, we'll never financially recover from this."
"What do you recommend we should do?" Noah's eyes were full of worry.
"I can ask Richard Scott for emergency food supplies to support our citizens. We're no longer able to profit from selling our wheat to other countries and therefore we cannot clear our external debt." Osa sipped his glass of water.
"By asking for food rations from Richard, it'll only increase our debt. Richard is not a person who believes in giving out free handouts to people."
"We've no choice, especially when the country's population is at risk for starvation," Osa replied and rose from his chair. "I need to go lie down; I've a headache." He stormed off and exited the boardroom.
Racheal wore a colourful dress and was beside a black figurine doll on the display counter.
"Racheal, I need you to come with me to my room and give me a massage," Osa said.
Racheal nodded and followed him to his bedroom. Osa removed his clothes and lay his face against the pillows. Racheal's nose cringed at the scent of Osa's body odour. She'd massaged Osa's body with butter lotion, hoping to mask the smell of tobacco.