DAR, 1982
“Thank you for coming on such a short notice.” Christos said, digging into his briefcase, soon after entering his office.
Rayhan threw his eye across the room. Latricia yawned as she sat on the sofa. Saleem stretched his arms as he sat.
“I summoned you this time because the matter is very urgent.” Christos thumbed papers on his hands. “It’s a matter of life and death.”
Christos handed the papers to the three. They all took a deep look at the papers.
“President Fabian is selling Mererani to the capitalists?” Latricia snapped.
Christos nodded. “His seal is there.”
“If we have strong evidence, why shouldn’t we bring him before the law?” Latricia said.
Christos chuckled. “A dog never betrays its master.”
“We are a nation of laws. And nobody can ignore our Constitution. No one's above the law. And that includes the president.” Rayhan said.
Christos smiled. “That’s why a government above the law is a menace to be defeated.”
“And there are laws to defeat him.” Latricia said.
Christos chuckled. “Go to law for a sheep and lose your cow.”
“What are you suggesting?” Latricia said.
“Rayhan…” Christos sighed. “Tell your friends what you saw on our little trip.”
Rayhan grunted. “I saw you with a box full of war rifles.”
Christos nodded. “I went there to make a personal deal on behalf of Fabian. It’s not only a box but 100,000 war rifles in exchange to Mererani.”
“He’s taking 100,000 war rifles personally?” Latricia said.
Christos nodded. “We don’t have to be good in algebra to figure out what he’s planning. Because whatever he’s planning is nothing good.”
The room went silent for a while. The cool breeze blowing the curtains could be heard.
“Has he already sold Mererani?” Saleem said.
“He’s completing the deal tonight. If we want to save our country we have to make sure that he doesn’t sign the deal and he won’t be able to sign the deal forever.”