Building a Conglomerate in Another World

The peace negotiations took place in the grand hall of the Amerathian embassy in the ruins of Bogotá. Representatives from both governments gathered around a long oak table, their expressions a mix of exhaustion and determination. The war had left scars on everyone in the room.

President Mariano Velásquez sat across from Amerathian Secretary of State Johnson Wright, his face gaunt and pale from weeks of unrelenting bombardment. To his left, General Rodrigo Ibarra remained silent, his arm still in a sling. The delegation from Gran Colombia was small—many of their key officials had perished in the air raids.

On the Amerathian side, Moore led the negotiations, with General Jonathan Graves and several senior advisors by her side. The atmosphere was cold and formal, the room heavy with the weight of what had transpired.

Johnson spoke first. "President Velásquez, let me begin by saying that Amerathia seeks peace. However, there are conditions that must be met. The damage caused by this conflict is extensive, and we require guarantees to prevent future hostilities."

Velásquez narrowed his eyes but nodded. "Go on."

Johnson straightened a stack of papers in front of him. "First, Amerathia will recognize Panama as an independent state. It will no longer be under the authority of Gran Colombia. This is non-negotiable."

The room went silent. Velásquez clenched his fists under the table. Panama had been a critical part of Gran Colombia’s territory and economy. Losing it would be a severe blow. He glanced at Ibarra, who gave him a subtle nod, silently urging him to stay composed.

"Panama is a significant concession," Velásquez said carefully. "But I understand that it is part of your strategic goals. What else?"

Johnson’s tone remained unyielding. "We require territorial concessions. Specifically, the regions that you call the northern provinces—what we will designate as new territories under Amerathian control. These include the areas to the west and north of Bogotá, stretching toward the Caribbean coast. This will give Amerathia direct access to key trade routes and strategic ports."

Velásquez’s expression darkened. He knew exactly what Johnson was referring to. The territories he mentioned encompassed much of modern-day Venezuela and Ecuador. Losing these regions would fracture Gran Colombia’s ability to recover economically and militarily.

"You’re asking for the heart of our nation," Velásquez said coldly. "You’ve already bombed our cities into rubble, killed thousands of civilians, and left our people starving. Now you want to carve up our land as well?"

Graves leaned forward, his voice low and steady. "Mr. President, this war could have dragged on for years, costing countless more lives. The air raids were a necessity to prevent prolonged suffering. Without our intervention, this conflict would have been far bloodier. Our demands are not without reason."

Velásquez’s hands trembled slightly as he considered the devastation that had already befallen his country. Every instinct told him to refuse, to fight on, but there was no army left to command, no industry to rebuild it, and no allies willing to intervene. The people of Gran Colombia would not survive another month of bombardment and starvation.

Johnson continued. "Additionally, Amerathia will require war reparations. These reparations will be structured over the next twenty years. You will supply resources critical to our industries—oil, minerals, and agricultural goods. In return, Amerathia will provide economic assistance to help stabilize your remaining territories."

"Reparations?" Ibarra finally spoke, his voice filled with disbelief. "You’ve already crippled our infrastructure. How do you expect us to pay when we barely have functioning cities?"

"We understand your current state," Moore replied coolly. "The reparations are designed to ensure long-term stability and to prevent further conflicts. If we invest in rebuilding key sectors, both our nations can benefit from future trade agreements."

Velásquez shook his head. "Beneficial to whom? You’re asking us to submit to economic dependence. You call this peace, but it sounds more like subjugation."

Johnson’s expression softened slightly, but her resolve did not waver. "Mr. President, you have a choice. We can rebuild your nation with cooperation, or Gran Colombia can fall apart under the weight of its losses. This is a hard truth, but it is reality. Refusing these terms will only lead to more suffering for your people."

The room fell silent again. Velásquez glanced at Ibarra, who gave a resigned nod. They both knew that any resistance would be futile. Amerathia had demonstrated its might, and the world had watched in silence. No nation would come to Gran Colombia’s aid now.

Velásquez leaned forward, his voice low but steady. "If I agree to these terms, I want guarantees. My people will not be treated as second-class citizens in these newly controlled territories. There will be no forced relocations, no military tribunals targeting civilians. You will respect their rights and dignity."

Johnson nodded. "We can agree to that. Amerathia has no interest in unnecessary oppression. We want stability, not rebellion. Civil authorities will be established to govern the new territories, and Amerathian law will apply, but we will ensure representation for local leaders."

"Representation," Velásquez repeated bitterly. "As if that will undo the damage you’ve done."

"We’re not here to argue morality, Mr. President," Graves said firmly. "We’re here to ensure peace. The faster we reach an agreement, the sooner your people can begin to rebuild."

Velásquez took a deep breath, letting the tension slowly leave his body. "Very well. We will accept the independence of Panama, the territorial concessions, and the reparations. But I will hold you to your promises. If you betray them, you will have sown the seeds for future wars."

Johnson extended his hand across the table. "We have no intention of breaking our word. Let’s ensure this is the last war between our nations."

Velásquez hesitated for a moment, then shook his hand. The war was over, but the scars it left would take generations to heal. Stay connected through NovelBin.Côm @@novelbin@@

Within the week, formal documents were signed, and the treaty was finalized. Amerathian occupation forces entered the newly acquired territories, while Panamanian leaders prepared to establish their independent government under Amerathian protection.