Pick Your Bet

"For five mil…" Ayse leaned back against a cushy comforter, bracing his arms behind him. 

"On top of our typical security services, I'll offer you one dispatch a week. Though, in special cases, I may charge a bonus fee which I'll state before doing the deed." 

Aegri didn't take long to connect the dots. "... In other words, you're an assassin?" 

He shrugged. "You say tomayto, I say tomahto. Call it what you like, but that's not how I see it." 

"And why's that?" Aegri asked. 

"Because it's not the same. You're not paying for a precise hit. It's more like you'll have a spare life to claim whenever you felt like it. So long as your unlucky target isn't worth more than five million," explained Ayse. 

Aegri found the explanation simple. And trifling. "So I paid a million qil just for that?" 

"To an extent. If that's all of your questions."