The Minister of Police, Fouche, entered Napoleon's office.
"Oh, Fouche, it's been a while since I last saw you," Napoleon greeted warmly. He gestured for the minister to take a seat next to Berthier.
"Well, that is because I was busy fulfilling the task that you appointed me, Your Excellency," Fouche replied. His gaze shifted between Napoleon and Berthier.
"I see that you are discussing something of great import with your Minister of War. I hope I am not interfering."
Napoleon's lips curved into a reassuring smile. "Oh no no," he said, his dismissal accompanied by a casual wave of his hand. "So, I believe that your arrival is something of great importance? Even though you are already late, a week ago?"
"Yes, Your Excellency," Fouche confirmed and took a glance at Berthier. "But is it okay for me to discuss it with you while Berthier is here?"
"For god's sake Fouche, I'm the Minister of War," Berthier interjected, feeling a bit offended.
