Moe
His Dudeness
- Jul 2, 2018
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Minister of Foreign Affairs Juan deSilva stares at his iBook Mini, unsure of what to say. He takes a sip of his Chinaco Reposado Tequila on the rocks. He takes a Cuban Cohiba from the humidor on his desk, whips out a zippo lighter from his desk and slowly lights the stogie. He reads over the manuscript from the original messages with Portugal and the ones from the GA. He sighs deeply. He has his notes from President Romero as well as what he would like to be conveyed to the Portugese.
He stabs a button that is lighting up on his phone.
"Encrypted?" he asks.
"Yes, sir. All ready to go.
"Thank you. You can put it through."
He listens as the phone rings, his heart thumping a bit from the cigar and the fresh Tequila. When the phone is picked up he says, "Hello, this is Foreign Minister Juan de Silva of Brazil, I wish to so speak to Foreign Minister, Augusto Santos Silva. I will hold.
He stabs a button that is lighting up on his phone.
"Encrypted?" he asks.
"Yes, sir. All ready to go.
"Thank you. You can put it through."
He listens as the phone rings, his heart thumping a bit from the cigar and the fresh Tequila. When the phone is picked up he says, "Hello, this is Foreign Minister Juan de Silva of Brazil, I wish to so speak to Foreign Minister, Augusto Santos Silva. I will hold.