" They wouldn't dare, my lord. They are only restless, asking why they couldn't take action knowing they could do ample damage to the common enemy!"
" I explicitly stated I have a plan for the Rothschilds. Do they have to worry about pennies from their pockets, or do they want to exchange them for gold bars?" The man was eloquent with his words but didn't say anything of substance.
" I understand. I will harshly remind them to wait." Wilbur knew he couldn't do anything, so he prepared to leave.
" Hold on. Did our little mouse have a spat with Rockefeller?" The man saw the first page, peering through the transparent folder.
" Yes, sir, it happened a few hours ago, and it, being a minor argument, was not included in your daily report."
" How close is he catching the culprits of Paris?"
" Very close; if we don't interfere like usual, they will be hunted down in a few months." Wilbur felt energetic again, seeing him ask questions. It was precisely the problem that he was stuck in.
