~James with pen on paper writes~
Atop this perch, I watch. The churning chaos of commerce. Where want, need, desire and greed do dreams make or crush. Loyalty is in the lie. Honor bleeds, and no one cares. Nothing is what it should be. I am fool, old and tired.
~James sets down the pen, touching his desk, a reluctant voice answers~
> Secretary: Yes sir?
> James Syagrius: Sell it all.
~A long pause~
> Secretary: Yes sir.