The waiter poured more wine.
‘Agreed. I’ll start the rumours, we’ll jiggle the stocks and make a killing. The little people won’t like it, but what do they matter?’
The waiter removed their plates as they laughed and reminisced over previous deals.
The waiter served dessert. He heard a lot of things in his job, and tomorrow he would phone his broker. This deal should get him to his target, then he could retire.
He knew men like that never noticed the waiter.