"So, you're saying that if the price is right, the thousand or so people on your ship will all be staying on our island, correct?" Sika, the highest-ranking official in Comoros, sat at the dining table and cautiously posed the question to Anna.
He was short and dark-skinned. If you didn't look closely, you might mistake the man for a monkey in a floral shirt. He was so small that even Anna stood a full head taller than him.
Anna, angled in her seat, smiled at the gaunt man and raised her glass. "It wouldn't be just this once. As long as our cooperation is agreeable, my world cruise can make this a regular stop on its route. When that happens, it won't be just one ship docking here."
Hearing this, Sika could no longer contain his excitement. If this deal goes through, this route will be a hen that lays golden eggs! Just imagine how much foreign currency it could generate for the island in a year and how much it could reduce the local unemployment rate.
