He had set out to conquer the world, but the meetings were killing him. As the weapons dealer droned on, his mind wandered.
I should have started smaller, he thought. But where?
He gave the desktop globe a spin. He closed his eyes, waited a moment, then stopped the globe with his finger.
He opened his eyes. His finger pointed to the Atlantic Ocean.
He frowned. He gave the globe another spin, closed his eyes, stopped the globe: Pacific Ocean.
He clenched his jaw. The arms dealer paused. He spun the globe, closed his eyes, jabbed his finger: Indian Ocean.
“Fine,” he said.
“Sir?” said the arms dealer.
He rested his elbows on his desk, interlocked his fingers, and peered over them at the man. “I’m going to need several submarines,” he said.