Chapter Seven
“I am so glad you could come tonight, Senator.”
Leo shook the dozenth hand that night. His jaw ached from being stretched wide into a grin for hours that morning after his speech. Then his jovial grin and pumping of hands continued on into the afternoon as he hobnobbed with the world’s most powerful movers and shakers. He’d barely gotten a moment’s rest before opening his own doors to receive more guests.
That was the job. He was the chief spokesperson for Cordoba. The guests he welcomed and schmoozed tonight would help keep Cordoba’s future bright and profitable.
Cordoba had many trade agreements with western countries hungry for oil. The waters around the island had a few reserves that, even after decades of pumping, still showed no sign of running dry. The spices culle
