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"Siegel's here with me now," Vriner said. "Why don't you come and get it over with."
"All right," Moscarón said. "Why not?"
Vriner hung up. "He's coming," he said.
 Siegel-eyes rheumy, face pale-nodded. "At least it will be over soon, Leonard."
Vriner closed his eyes. It would, in fact, be almost a relief.
When the receptionist showed him to the office, Moscarón started to come through, but then bumped
his shoulder against the doorjamb.
"Are you all right?" the receptionist said, not knowing the enemy when she saw him.
"Fine, fine." Moscarón was wearing sunglasses. "You can leave us," he said, as if she already worked
for him.
The receptionist closed the door on her way out, and Moscarón approached Vriner's desk somewhat
hesitantly, groping for the chair when he was still a foot away from it. Siegel got up and helped him.
Moscarón sat down heavily, as though grateful to quit navigating through the office.
"Well," Moscarón said to Vriner, "I have certainly learned a lot from you." He reached into his pocket
and put what looked like a silver soup spoon on Vriner's desk. The handle was engraved with
WWWSS.
"What's that?" Vriner said.
"An item from our catalogue."
"I didn't know there was a catalogue."
"As I told you when we met," Moscarón said, smiling from behind the sunglasses, "we are a diversified
company. But the catalogue does not circulate widely."
"Why don't you cut the crap," Vriner said, "and tell me that you're here to tender an unfriendly offer for
control of my company."
"I hardly need to do that," Moscarón told him. "My associates already hold a majority interest in
Vriner Holdings, but in many small bites. We prefer to be subtle. No SEC filings and disclosures this
way. My associates are very private people."
"So I've learned."
"Have you?" Moscarón said. "I still don't think you understand who we are." Then, to Siegel,
Moscarón said, "Show him, Aaron."
Vriner looked at Siegel. Who was taking something out of a black case. "Aaron? You're working both
sides?"
"Only temporarily," Siegel said. "After today, my services go exclusively to Mr. Moscarón."
"I'll sue your ass into kingdom come," Vriner said, sitting up straight, sensing that all might not be lost
after all.
"No you won't," Siegel said, and with a deft movement, he flicked gray powder from the case into
Vriner's face.
"What the hell-- " Vriner started to say, but Moscarón uttered a syllable and Vriner froze in
mid-sentence. He could see, he could hear, but he could not speak or move.
"Nicely done," said Moscarón. "I thank you. My current condition has naturally done nothing for my
aim."
"All right," Siegel said. "He's yours. Now help me."
"I always fulfill my obligations, but I would thank you to speak more respectfully."
Siegel lowered his head. "Yes, Mr. Moscarón. Of course, Mr. Moscarón."
"Open your mouth."
Still unable to move, or even to look away, Vriner watched as Moscarón coiled a long hair onto
Siegel's tongue.
"Swallow," he said, still holding one end of the hair.
Siegel obeyed, and Moscarón uttered another syllable, then began to pull gently on the hair. Siegel
gagged. "Easy, now," Moscarón said.
A black mouse, squirming and covered with slime, erupted from Siegel's mouth. The banker turned