He had seen what he wanted to see. After confirming that this transaction wouldn't implicate him too deeply, Victor sought to escape the stench of the room before it overwhelmed him completely.
Once they were outside, the details—payment included—could be finalized.
But just as he took a step toward the door, the man blocked off his path.
Victor stopped. His eyes narrowed. His voice dropped low, deep and authoritative.
"What exactly are you doing?"
The man flinched slightly.
"Oh, er, sorry boss—sir, I mean."
He cleared his throat awkwardly.
"Aren't you going to check the condition of the products? You're just going to trust me like that?"
He gave a dry chuckle.
"Let me tell you now—I'm not trustworthy at all. Most people call me a rat. I might've mixed in a few of the sick ones, you know? Seems reckless not to check, in my opinion at least."
Victor's voice came cool and flat.
"There's no need to worry about that."
The man blinked.
"Seriously? But what about—"
