In response to the outrageous accusation hurled at him in front of the entire aucation plaza that holds Millions of the mid-belt monarchs, Lord Morval parted his lips and replied with a voice sharper than steel:
"Lord Drathan, are you truly implying that we would stoop so low as to kill one of our customers... over a mere handful of billions?"
A wave of silence fell for a heartbeat.
"..."
But then, the stands stirred—not with noise, but with narrowed eyes and sharp, offended glares.
A handful of billions?
Had he just called them poor? Was that really necessary?
"I stand by my words!"
Lord Drathan did not flinch, his voice rising with the authority of one accustomed to command.
