RC disagreed with HN’s above statement, stating it was disingenuous and designed to allow Malgam to get away with polluting activities with impunity. Kwesi DeSouza requested that the meeting move on to the next item on the agenda regarding waste disposal at the hangars (warehouses) on the Ghana Air Force Base.
The box contained a lot more concerning the STMA. Dawson could spend hours on this. For now, he moved on to the Malgam box, which held policies and procedures, lists of personnel in Malgam, and available positions. The legal papers container included Malgam contracts and personal ones involving the Smith-Aidoo residences in Takoradi and Accra and some land in the Eastern Region.
He turned his attention to the bookcase against the wall by the window. A framed photograph of Charles and Fiona stood at an angle on one shelf. They were both well dressed for an obvious studio pose complete with misty borders. Charles appeared friendly, with a vanishing hairline and an expanding waist. Fiona looked intelligent and attractive; head tilted, she wore crimson lipstick and her hair was stylishly tucked behind ears that flashed pearls at the lobes.
Dawson examined the books. Oil, oil production, economics of oil production, rig technology, and one called Environmental Impact: How the Petroleum Industry Affects Indigenous Peoples. Dawson thumbed through the case studies: Nigeria, Ecuador, Norway, Equatorial Guinea, and the Gulf of Mexico. He supposed Ghana would be included in the next edition. He replaced the heavy book on the shelf and went to the window, where he stood watching Sapphire talking to Gamal as he finished wiping down the Jaguar, which looked as glossy as glass now. Baah was leaning casually against his taxi.
Dawson took down a box that had been thrown up on the top shelf and found a jumble of discarded items that people never knew what to do with-electronic cables, electrical outlet plugs, a damaged power strip, and two battered, old style Nokia phones. He switched on one of them. It still had a little battery life left. He went to the inbox and found five text messages to Fiona.
The battery of the other Nokia went completely out. He looked for and found the phone’s charger, plugged it in, and connected it to the Nokia. He went to the log of received calls. They were from Fiona, Sapphire, twins Paul and Paula, and a few other names that weren’t familiar. Dawson’s guess was that the phone had belonged to Charles.
