“Gentlemen, we gather tonight to celebrate the last Kangaok Meas ceremony in Bokor Palace. Before we proceed, I like to tell you, everyone who know about our project is one hundred percent with us. You have doubt in our business, now is time to go.”
Tep’s voice echoed through the casino’s ballroom, as a dozen or so investors sat down in a row of rattan chairs. The general was in uniform tonight. A revolver hung from his belt. Even in mourning, the old communist looked ready for battle. A few of the men carried briefcases. The room was lit by fat yellow candles usually used in temples. Maier recognised most of the men in the warm twilight – all of them foreigners who had bought property in Kep.
Two girls, dressed in black, stood behind a small bar and mixed cocktails. A straw mat lay in t
