For the next forty minutes, Hector held a remote meeting with the other corporate leaders. The discussion revolved around upcoming negotiations, and this time, the leadership decided to leave Amory Draco at home and send Hector instead, as he was considered a more suitable person to converse with the leader of the chosen state for negotiations. - Leticia, prepare the plane. We're flying to Kvasardastan.

-Your Highness! - Richard Lazenhege, who had been the unwavering assistant and chief advisor to Kvasard the Great for six years, burst into the comfortable, imposing office. Over that time, he had learned better than anyone how to sense the dictator's mood and anticipate his decisions. Simultaneously, Richard was the main pillar of the corporations of Kvasardastan, the person to whom their owners – some of the wealthiest people in the region – could entrust their affairs. Skillfully maneuvering between the aging ruler and the monopolies that were gaining more and more power, the forty-year-old assistant was well aware of how momentous the news he was about to deliver to Kvasard would be.
To any inexperienced observer, the dictator's chambers on the seventy-seventh floor of the towering structure known as the Temple might seem insufficiently secure. But in reality, in this place, the walls were covered with a multi-layered cladding of ultra-strong metal, and the armored windows could withstand a hit from a rifle bullet. As always, Kvasard the Great was seated in a comfortable leather armchair, with his legs crossed and reading something. Unlike most of the local residents, the dictator never smoked, drank, or took drugs.
-Your Highness! - Richard feigned fatigue and as if he was out of breath from a long run. -I was just informed that people from Ventorum are on their way to a business meeting with you.
-Really? - Kvasard's thoughtful voice was heard, as he continued reading. Apparently, the dictator was in a good mood today, which didn't happen often. -We often have guests. And what do they need?
-I can't say for sure. - the assistant hesitated, wiping drops of sweat from his forehead. -But I think that will become clear very soon.
-Well, let them fly then. Make sure they are guaranteed the safety of the airspace. I'm even curious about what they need from me personally, heh-heh.
-It will be done. - Richard sighed with relief.
It turned out to be even simpler than he had anticipated, and he didn't have to persuade Kvasard. All that remained was to warn everyone else to avoid potential problems. Since the semi-abandoned airport on the outskirts of the city was not the best place to meet guests, as usual, the landing pad directly on the territory of the Temple would be used for this purpose.