Larry was the consummate headquarters bureaucrat. As head of World Aid Corps’ grant management unit, he lived his life among fluorescent-lit cubicles in Washington D.C., looking at spreadsheets and checking reports, content to let others have the glamor and spotlight of the field. But when Tracy walked out and the WAC’s cross-border programme in southern Syria went into meltdown all in the same week, something had to give.
As Larry found himself pulled into the murky world of cross-border humanitarian operations, little did he know that the truth of what actually happened with grant US-008-58673-0062 would spiral through the cramped offices of the Ronald Reagan Building, smoky pubs in Sweifiah, and the dusty planes of As Sweidah. What connected Aksel, head of office for WAC in Amman to a Syrian warlord with international ambition? Would Larry take the fall for Aksel’s fast-and-loose style? Would he survive outside the safety of the D.C. headquarters? And what about the alluring but mysterious Hannah?
Larry was the consummate headquarters bureaucrat. As head of World Aid Corps’ grant management unit, he lived his life among fluorescent-lit cubicles in Washington D.C., looking at spreadsheets and checking reports, content to let others have the glamor and spotlight of the field. But when Tracy walked out and the WAC’s cross-border programme in southern Syria went into meltdown all in the same week, something had to give.
As Larry found himself pulled into the murky world of cross-border humanitarian operations, little did he know that the truth of what actually happened with grant US-008-58673-0062 would spiral through the cramped offices of the Ronald Reagan Building, smoky pubs in Sweifiah, and the dusty planes of As Sweidah. What connected Aksel, head of office for WAC in Amman to a Syrian warlord with international ambition? Would Larry take the fall for Aksel’s fast-and-loose style? Would he survive outside the safety of the D.C. headquarters? And what about the alluring but mysterious Hannah?