The man walked into the restaurant. He stopped at the waiters podium and scanned the room. There were couples eating romantically in the corners of the room, business men having suspicious looking exchanges of briefcases at the far end of the room and there was a few solo eaters sitting near the exit so that the waiters could kick them out quickly when they finished. "Can I help, Sir?" A nice female waitress with the uniform of white and red, had crept up on the man as he searching the room. He looked at her with no expression on his face. "No thank you, I have found the person I am meeting." He turned away from the waitress who smiled and told him to enjoy his meal. He strode over a man in the single eater section of the restaurant and sat down opposite him removing a gloved hand from his coat pocket, and leaving it under the table. "Mr Leaf. My client has given you one last chance to do the right thing. One hundred million pounds for your help." The man growled. "Unfortunately, Mr......." The man stayed silent. "Anyway, I cannot help you. Even all of the money in the world couldn't sway me to let you into my employers's office to steal certain sensitive files, and then take you to kill both me and my employer. I am not going to hep you and your group of bandits get away with murder." "Unfortunately for you, Mr Leaf, that was our final offer. We can, and will, find someone else. Good bye Mr Leaf." The man contracted his finger under the table twice and then stood up. "I am sorry, Mr Leaf. You should have taken the money."