In a windowless conference room in RNB, BK kneeling in front of AB sitting on an office chair raised to the highest level.
BK: My lord, I received the confirmation that our product has a serious security flaw. I'm losing sleep over my stock holdings.
AB: Let the greed be your guidance, my apprentice. Sell all your stocks now and buy them back after the news breaks out. Grin all the way to the bank and no one in the republic will notice a thing.
BK: You infinite wisdom always gives me awe, my lord! But what if the clone troopers revolt because they couldn't profit from this?
AB: How many times do I have to tell you this? Crumbs will keep them loyal and silent. Give them a coupon for a free armor polish that expires in 2 weeks and sell 10 troopers to finance it.
BK: Your words always enlighten me, my lord!
Lying on the thick pile of cash, touching and caressing it over and over again, BK find it impossible to follow the rest of AB's advice. A new plan is forming in his head. To be continued...