In New Granada, at the Gómez estate, an event occurred that would forever alter the course of the Americas — and it began with a letter.
Carlos sat at his desk, carefully reviewing a stack of documents. Behind him, his butler stood at attention, awaiting orders.
"Has the factory in Medellín begun construction yet?" Carlos asked without looking up.
"Yes, sir," the butler replied respectfully. "The mayor has been very cooperative. He says he expects your support in helping him reach the government of Antioquia in return. He knows becoming governor may be difficult, but if he can at least serve as the governor's aide, he might secure the position in the future."
Carlos nodded thoughtfully. "Good. See that it's done properly. Having someone close to the future governor could prove useful in the long run."
