"Look, when the time comes, just say that the clerk deliberately treated customers poorly and didn't maintain the firearms. That's why your shop's goods aren't selling and large batches have rusted and become scrap," Lance laid out the plan.
"Don't worry," he continued, "I'll report this to the academy. They've already expelled plenty of students; one more won't make a difference."
The manager readily agreed, a thrill coursing through him. Usually, his deals were small, piecemeal affairs. But this single transaction, even after greasing the necessary palms, would net him a profit equivalent to his annual salary.
Lance and the manager had casually decided a person's future.
He's a grown man, after all—he should be responsible for his actions, Lance thought.
"Expelling students? Did something happen?"
After concluding the transaction, Lance didn't rush to leave. Instead, he began to inquire with the manager.
