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Mycroft Holmes is a man of few words and even fewer gestures. Today, however, his fingers drum against the desk in a meticulous rhythm. I watch him with patience, this negotiation will not be won in haste.
‘You do realize this is impossible.’ he finally states, his gaze never leaving mine.
I smile. It’s the same phrase I heard this morning at the embassy before I got exactly what I wanted.
‘You’d be surprised what a little persuasion can achieve, Mr. Holmes.’
His silence is my first victory. His faint smile, the second.