Diplomacy, isn't it just the largest form of group negotiation?
If you don't agree, I'll fight!
Let's see who can outlast whom.
Ultimately, the Americans swallowed their pride, convincing themselves that a war of words was useless. Albert Gore and Angel sat down with grim expressions.
There was supposed to be a round of mutual pleasantries, but... like this? Exchange pleasantries?
The meeting went straight to the point.
Casare crossed his arms and tilted his head back slightly, "We've prepared terms. If you agree, there's no problem."
"We didn't lose on the battlefield..."
An American representative instinctively refuted this, but Angel pulled him back. At this point, what's the point in saying that?
It'll only make them look down on us further.
His assistant handed over the prepared documents.
Albert and Angel began reading.
"First, cede New Mexico and Texas to Mexico!"
"Second, compensate 160 billion US dollars!"
