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Emily Monroe
Seated across from me was Mr Richard Andrew who had explicitly asked I call him Mr Rick. He was the leader of the union of local farmers in the area where the plantation had been mapped out.
So far so good, it was hard convincing him to take the job for the amount the company had budgeted for.
“I understand you Mr Rick. You are the leader of the farmers and you have to keep their best interest at heart but what I’m telling you is that, this deal won’t just make sure the farmers see a reasonable amount to money but gives them leverage to the first three quarter profits made from the plantation. That sounds like a great deal to me,” I said.
Mr Rick’s eyes gave nothing away as he kept his chin on his palm.
“Most of these farmers are old and dying. They don’t really care
