Returning The Product

"... Yes…" She replies reluctantly.

"Then please let him know that I've come to speak with him."

"I understand. Please follow me to one of our conference rooms."

We arrive and get seated quickly. Well, I do. Ayame remains standing a good distance away from me, as if we wanted to have nothing to do with each other.

In a few minutes the door opens and a rather pale Marcus walks with shaky steps. He pauses and surveys the room, or rather, the two of us.

"Mother, have mercy on me." He says a barely audible prayer and then dejectedly slumps down onto the sofa sitting opposite of me.

"... Has the kind sir come to pay the weekly three silver coins this early? It's only the fourth day…" He winces.

"Does it look like I've come for that?" I inquire with a little aggression in my tone.

"Then…?"

"Do you really not know? Stop stalling."

"Are you here to return her?"