Conference room was empty, only a lone mahagony table stretching wide across it with a skinny young figure that was sitting at the end passing some papers to his boss.
"Another bad day on the stock exchange" – Figure muttered while sitting
"Yes sir unfortunately, all our stocks fell in value. It seems that Samurai and Ninja dolls lost popularity amongst buyers."
"Yes sadly" – older man mutters
"I forget to mention sir, some lady was looking for you yesterday"
"Really?" – Older man looks at young figure
"Yes I believe she is working for finance minister"
"What does she have with me?"
"Well she said she needs to speak with you about some account books and some irregularities"
"Impossible"- Old man budged in his chair
"Situation isnt so bad sir"
"How do you mean?"
"They, I mean she offered us a deal… You know that Bretonia is in war and that they need every dine for their war chest. Frankly speaking sir we do have a lot of money, do you get the picture?"
"They are nothing more then vultures, here give 200 million pounds to their war chest. The sooner this war ends the sooner I will be able to sell all those damn dolls" – older man grinned.
