“Sounds about right,” Hanley said.
“That leaves us Brunei, Laos, Qatar, Andorra, Kiribati and Tuvalu.”
“Correct,” Hanley said.
“It’s blind luck that we have two tiny South Pacific nations on the Security Council at the same time,” Cabrillo said.
“It’s like a couple of years ago, when Cameroon and Guinea were both members at the same time,” Hanley said. “It happens.”
“Each country in the United Nations has one vote,” Cabrillo said, “but this is the first time I really considered the impact.”
“Same here,” Hanley said.
Cabrillo thought for a moment. “I know the emir of Qatar,” he said. “If we offer him a favor later, he’ll order his people to vote the way we want. What have we got coming up?”
Hanley thought for a moment. “Nothing right now, but that can change. The last time he went in with us, he made something like eighty million. If we call in the past favor and dangle something ahead, you got the vote.”
“You’re right,” Cabrillo said. “I’ll take care of dealing with him.”
“Good,” Hanley said. “Laos should be easy. They’re Buddhist, and the general wants his car.”
“Offer him several,” Cabrillo said.
“Where are we funding this from?” Hanley asked.
“We’re going to try to use around half of the hundred million windfall for everything.”
“Easy come easy go,” Hanley said. “Brunei should be ours. The country is fifteen percent Buddhist and the sultan can’t risk alienating his constituents.”
“Plus we saved his brother’s life a couple of years ago,” Cabrillo added.
“Andorra,” Hanley said, “what about them?”
“Good thing Halpert set up the new company there,” Cabrillo said. “What’s their GDP?”
Hanley scanned through an almanac and found the information. “It’s around one point two billion.”
“Once the oil comes online,” Cabrillo noted, “we’ll be bringing another twenty percent to the table. If someone explains that to their ambassador, he’d be stupid not to see his way to giving us their vote. Money talks—plus this is the right thing to do, anyway.”
“I agree,” Hanley said.
“That just leaves the little guys,” Cabrillo said. “Kiribati and Tuvalu.”
“Kiribati’s GDP is sixty million,” Hanley said. “Tuvalu’s is even less. It’s something like eight million split up over ten thousand citizens. Put two to a room, and one of the major Las Vegas hotels could house the entire country.”
Cabrillo was silent for a moment.
“Call Lowden in Colorado and have him start buying cars for the general. Next, send Halpert to Andorra to explain the impact our company will have on their economy. I’ll take care of the emir of Qatar and the sultan of Brunei.”
“And the little guys?”
“Truitt’s free, isn’t he?” asked Cabrillo.
“Yes, he is.”
“Get him on a jet with a stack of bearer bonds.”
“You want him to buy the votes?” Hanley asked.