Ben and Devi exchanged glances after walking around the unfinished school building. They knew they were so close to having the chief sign up the deal. They had been patient enough and it was getting on their last nerves. What irritated them more was the surfacing of the Chief’s young son, Walutanga. Despite him being the youngest, what he was saying could alter the Chief's mind and now that they were so close to the deal, they had to do something.
“I’m getting sick and tired of this,” Ben whispered to Devi.
“You just don’t know how fed up I am with this already,” Devi whispered back.
“Do something.” Ben urged.
“What do you mean do something? What do you want me to do?” Devi looked at Ben confused. “Aren’t you the diplomat?”
Ben watched the Chief and his two sons argue. “I think this is family business, don’t you think?”
“I thought you said you’re fed up?”
“I am, but getting involved would only raise suspicions, don't you think?”
Devi got tired of the bickering and stepped in, “Chief,