‘So,’ she said, peering suspiciously inside the bag. ‘This is the merchandise we talked about?’
The salesman nodded. ‘That’s right,’ he said. ‘It’s all there. Every last bit.’
‘And if I take it?’ she asked. ‘What then?’
He shrugged. ‘Then it’s yours,’ he said. ‘What happens after that is up to you.’ She scanned his face for clues, but saw nothing. She hesitated. What should she do? There was no guarantee that what she thought was in the bag was actually what was in the bag. BUT WAS THAT A CHANCE SHE COULD TAKE? So much rested on this. So much.
‘And you’ll be discreet?’ she said. He smiled.
‘I AM THE SOUL OF DISCRETION,’ he whispered.