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10:00 PM, April 23, 2018 United Nations Headquarters New York City "WHERE WOULD YOU BE getting additional funds?" It is a query that almost sliced Gillian in half. The man asking her is a representative of some country that slipped from her mind the very moment it was uttered. The man in a corporate suit gave Gillian an evaluating look the way a jaguar will on a potential prey. "Everything written here is not feasible to support a growing outfit like SAR." Where would SAR gets its funding? Her mind is swirling in a vortex wherein she is the center. She was devising many possible answers to confront the question. She looked around to the vast sea of people seated behind tables. Their corporate suits and authoritative air might be enough to intimidate her but she sat at her designated se
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