WE ALL SERVE A MASTER

Quinn waited quietly while Lord Frieda looked through the documents in the file, he watched as the expression on the man's face changed, from indifference to curiosity, and then it spiraled into outrage.

The switch was so sudden, that even Quinn wondered if he had gone too far, but it was too late now.

"I think you could reconsider, Frieda." Quinn couldn't believe how he sounded at that time, his voice was chilling, "It'll be in both our best interests after all"

Frieda dropped the file back to the table and took up his cup of tea once again. By the time he finished taking a sip, his face had gone back into its indifferent expression.

Quinn had to admit, he was a good player.

"You did quite some digging" he answered stoically, "I'm slightly impressed"

"I try," Quinn shrugged, "So, what will it be?"

Frieda took a deep breath, his shoulders relaxing with the motion. His first ever sign of weakness.

It wasn't enough.