Moriarty sits down in a corner of the pub for his monthly audience with the Overlord. He adjusts his tie as Vincent joins him. The two order drinks and exchange pleasantries, and then Vincent asks him what's really going on. "You're never this polite unless you want something, Jim."
"Vincent, I need to tell you something. I've begun expanding our operations across the Channel."
The older man blinks. "I didn't approve of activity in France."
"I decided it was better to ask for forgiveness than for permission," Jim says, placing a file folder on the table. "This is the data on our operations in France."
Vincent takes the file, a skeptical expression on his face. Scanning the numbers, his eyes gradually widen until he looks up at Jim with a face like a stunned deer.
Jim smiles beatifically. "Do you forgive me?"
"Er… yes," replies the astonished mobster. "Well done, you."
The younger man smiles into his glass of red wine. Moriarty hopes the operations in France will be sufficient to distract Vincent from what he has planned next.
