"Before we get to the main course I just wanted to get the papershoveling out of the way," T.R. hollered. He was standing up, directly across the table from Saskia, who like all the other guests was seated. A team of energetic, well-groomed minions were pushing a cart piled with many copies of a bound document about an inch thick. These they passed out to people like Alastair and Willem, who tended to leaf through them curiously before slipping them into briefcases. "It’s the boring necessary shit, also available electronically of course. Due diligence and all that."