There's a modest fire in the lounge. We all arrived at an acceptable time. The agreed time. We first sit down in the chair that we've always sat down in. It's red, usually, with Victorian arms and hand-crafted wooden legs. It's comfortable, too comfortable. No one leans all the way back lest they get relaxed. Now is not the time for relation. We have business to attend to. We all light our [(Tobacco and Nicotine free)] Cuban Cigars. Then we take our [(Non-Alcoholic)] Kentucky Bourbon and gently, thoughtfully, wistfully watch as the ice cracks and sputters and transforms with time, cooling the smooth glass within the grasp of our fingers. We study geographic maps and economic charts as we consider the best direction, the best angle, the best method with which to impact the world. Someone offers an idea. It's pondered by the obscure company before one person announces a concern. Then another. Eventually it's decided that the method was too idealistic. There were too many logistical factors that could prevent it from succeeding. More time goes by. Another person gathers themselves enough to speak their mind. The idea is good. It can work. Now, we work. We dim the fire in the lounge, put back on our coats, pull our hat down slightly over our eyes, communicating our standoffishness and reluctance to talk to anybody, do anything other than go home. Every hand is within the pocket of a coat, and then every body is immersed in the cold ocean of wind outside the mansion. The course is set. The human system that is the company is operating at maximum efficiency, operating as a single organism, no bone-no muscle fiber plotted to do anything else than the aim of the plan. It is a harmonious system, and with shocking precision it shall execute the agreement. Because we have business to do, and there isn't time to play games.