The Price Of Us
"Then you come respectfully. Or you don't come at all."
He nodded frantically, scrambling onto his knees.
Good.
Cathan advanced, placing a neatly printed contract on the bar.
"The conditions are simple," he remarked, his voice unruffled. "You only sell to us. No secondhand deals and no fucking leaks. You default, and you disappear. Poof. Understood?"
“Yes, I do.”
The man swiped blood from his mouth, quivering as his hand trembled. Quickly, he signed off the document.
As he scratched out his name, I backed away, getting a glance at a waiter with blond hair walking by.
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