Whispers of Conspiracy
I waited with bated breath until the guard brought all the workers into the study. The room, once an oasis of tranquility, had now transformed into a stage of uncertainty.
"Lord, you have called us?" they all said in unison, their voices a chorus of anticipation.
"Yes, I have summoned all of you to discuss something of utmost importance. I hope you will answer honestly," Alex declared, his tone carrying a weight of seriousness.
The workers stood before us, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.
"So, tell me, how much are you all paid?" he finally asked, breaking the silence that hung in the air like a shroud.
"I don't understand why everyone is so concerned about our wages today, but we receive ten silver coins each month," they all replied at once, their voices harmonizing with a touch of confusion.
"Ten silver coins? Are you sure?" Alex asked, seeking confirmation, his brows furrowing.