"We need money," Sara whispered. Organization, printing, staff subsidies—money was needed everywhere.
Allen took out an ordinary, thin envelope from his briefcase: "An anonymous donation from an 'International Foundation for the Promotion of Democratic Practices.' Two hundred thousand British Pounds, transferred in small amounts that are difficult to trace. The condition is that it be used for 'civic education and election organization.' Clean money."
Sara took the envelope, feeling both its lightness and weight. She knew the money wasn't "clean," and there had to be a purpose behind it. But right now, she needed every bullet.
"Tell them," Sara raised her head, "we will spend every penny teaching the English how to govern themselves."
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North Sea, Stavanger, Norway, at the headquarters of the National Petroleum Company (Equinor).
