“According to the survey, most of our nation’s population lives in substandard conditions. The home minister suggests outsourcing development efforts.” The reporter drew a breath, and Meera exhaled.
“Oh, these poor people,” she sighed, turning to her husband. Flipping through documents, he nodded without looking up. “Yeah…” he drifted off—construction business was taxing.
“Let’s do something about this.” Meera faced him, hands on her hips.
Prem looked at her, bemused. “Huh?”
“Try to get that government contract. This is our chance to do good to the country.”
Or, he calculated, to experiment the cheap material his friend had suggested.