Vesia coughed in embarrassment, having unknowingly blurted out such a question in shock. Was she a still a schoolgirl, to have no control over her words, she castigated herself silently.
Undoubtedly, this senior clerk business was tougher than she thought.
"The world of trade is inherently about exchange, about supply and demand, about profit. You must define clearly what these things mean for you, or you will become overwhelmed by the uncertainties, the instabilities characteristic to our profession."
Head Clerk Ebmond rested his eyes on Vesia as he spoke.
"We are merchants. Material goods are not the only supply, are not the only things precious."
An old memory sparked at the words and she could not stop herself from reminiscence.
'We are merchants.'
The same words had been said by Madame Caria to her, long ago.