Seating in his office, inside of the small manor that served as home to both his person and his business, Ducard sat behind his desk, perusing the summary cards that served as the easy way of the Oligarch keeping track of the information gathered by his network of informants and investigators. Each one had a name and time on it, saying who it was related to and the time that the information was gathered, provided a code for the filing system, and was colour-coded based on the type of information; a blue stripe meant daily business, a red one for things out of the ordinary, with a number of others for more detail. The best stripe, in Ducard's eyes, was the aptly-chosen black one, which meant material that could provide potential leverage for blackmail. The cards did not, in themselves, provide any information, but rather made it easy for the Oligarch to narrow down the vast number of reports to be perused when searching for a particular subject.<br/><br/>Ducard spotted a blue-striped card with the assumed name of Lilith Violetta, his fellow Oligarch. Looking at the time, he chuckled slightly, with a mirthless smile on his face. "Like clockwork," he murmured, referring to Lilith's sex life. He always kept track of his fellow Oligarchs, his potential rivals. Aside from a small laugh, Lilith's liason with the minotaur was not of any value to him, the girl's shamelessness making it useless as blackmail and her ruthlessness making it relatively worthless in terms of threat against her paramour. Moving on, he continued browsing the cards, but nothing interesting showed up. Shrugging, he rose from his seat, running his red-scaled right hand through his hair, being careful with the sharp claws so as not to scratching himself.<br/><br/>Walking out of his office, Ducard was immediately tailed by two beautiful women garbed in smooth silks revealing most of their gorgeous bodies. The Oligarch was preoccupied, however, and did not even note their presence as he made his way through the house.