"...Then it's settled. We'll give him another half-day. If he hasn't arrived by two in the afternoon, we'll announce this to the International Community at five..."
Over dinner, Bejao reached a consensus with everyone. Come what may, tomorrow they would announce to the world that they were a united, complete government that complied with local laws!
The purpose of doing this was to drive out the Feds.
Once Maliro achieved "unity," they could demand that Sanchez and Isabella lay down their arms and require the Federal military forces to leave the country.
This was also why all the warlords supported Bejao. Combined, most of their forces were no match for the Feds; they had no other options!
Raising his wine glass while looking at the major warlords around the table—some expressionless, others showing a trace of approval—Bejao's face beamed with a peculiar smile.
No matter what, as a grand president—a puppet grand president—he had done what needed to be done, and today was the peak of his life!
Yes, today was the peak of his life. He had accomplished what many people wouldn't even dare to dream of, pulling this divided country back together tightly by his own strength.
Despite some pressure from external forces, the core of his success ultimately boiled down to his own merit.
Back in his room, Bejao was a little too excited to sleep. He paced back and forth, holding the speech he needed to deliver to the International Community tomorrow afternoon.
He constantly deliberated whether every word in this speech was appropriate, whether it could be stirring, and whether it could awaken people's attention to Maliro!
He felt tireless, as if he had returned to his twenties, his whole body brimming with endless energy. Even staying up all night wouldn't affect his life the