Paris City Hall.
Major Durra pushed the door open and walked into the Prime Minister's office with a panicked expression. He walked up to Briand, who was busy reviewing documents, and spoke hesitantly: "Your Excellency, the Prime Minister..."
Briand replied with a sound of acknowledgment, lifting his eyelids slightly: "Is everything going smoothly?"
"No, Your Excellency," Major Durra answered. "Not very smoothly. In fact, we have failed."
Briand froze, his hand stopping instantly. He looked up at Major Durra in disbelief.
The Second Bureau, unable to handle Clemenceau?
"It... it was Shire," Major Durra said, his face pale. "He seized the initiative..."
"Then send more people," Briand said, not hiding his unease.
Clemenceau could expose the previous scandal at any time, causing an unprecedented political storm.
"Your Excellency," Major Durra's eyes showed a hint of fear, "I think we'd better be cautious."
"What do you mean?" Briand asked.
