CHAPTER 18: The Solution

-=Ram's Point of View=-

"I see; please inform him of my call," I said to the guy on the other end of the line.

I exhaled a sigh of exasperation as I hung up the phone.

I've lost count of the number of times I've called banks to request a loan, and I believe they are already aware of my circumstances, which is why they declined my request.

Three weeks have passed since my father told me about the danger we were in, and the banks have given us only two months to pay the money we owe them, leaving us with only one month and one week to raise the necessary funds.

"Damn it!" I mumbled indignantly as a result of my frustration.

I told myself not to blame my father, but if he had told me about it before he left for the United States, I might have been able to do something about it; now, with the limited time we have left, I feel helpless.

When I heard a ruckus outside my office and then Tricia's voice, I was roused from my deep thoughts.

Tricia told Miranda, "Sorry, Ms. Miranda, Sir Ram cann