Ainsley and Sam show up in Leo's office. Leo announces that "Dr. Zhivago" is outta there. Sam says that they want to recommend that they back an amendment (endorsed by the Commerce Department) to a bill that would help small businesses with fraud prevention and employee theft. Leo asks whether he's got numbers. Sam hands Leo a file. Sam cites some statistics from an independent study he says he has faith in: "Thirty percent of workers plan to steal from their employers; 30\% give in to occasional temptation; 5\% will commit fraud regardless of circumstance; 85\% will commit fraud given the right circumstances." Sam explains that the "right circumstances" are "need, opportunity, and the ability to rationalize their behaviour." He elaborates that it's called "The Fraud Triangle." He feels that it will help them out when they want to raise the minimum wage, since it's small business owners who are most opposed to hiking it. Leo asks whether Sam wasn't going to go the other way on this; Sam admits he was, but that he got turned around. Leo says, "Okay, good. Thanks." Sam starts to go, Ainsley tries to wedge in a couple of words but Sam hustles her out. She asks, "That was it?" She says she doesn't understand what just happened. Sam says, "Leo said yes. We're in." She insists that she doesn't understand. Sam explains, "Leo said yes. That's the end of the meeting." She protests that she was just talking. Sam says, "Well, we play with live ammo around here. You convince me, I convince Leo, Leo'll convince the President." She seems genuinely distressed. He adds, "It's a short day, Ainsley, and a big country. We've got to move fast." She says that Sam has to tell her when this is going to happen. How naïve are you, girlie? She asks if this is how they decide to go to war. Sam says he doesn't know: "I'm usually not in the room when they do that." She keeps whining. He's losing patience and leaves his office, yelling, "Could somebody get her a cupcake or something?" That must be the one grain-based carbohydrate snack she hasn't scarfed today. ["Scone? Turnover? I feel her." -- Wing Chun] She stands in his doorway, as the camera slowly whirls around three hundred and sixty degrees to show all the people busily working around her, and comes back to rest on her. She almost smiles, and then struts off, feeling her oats, I guess. ["Oats! Hee!" -- Wing Chun]