by Narrator » Sat Aug 22, 2020 9:17 pm
A chime sounds as the groups pushes itself inside. The interior of the smallish shop is lined with shelves showcasing a chaotic arrangement of goods ranging from used electronics to low-value jewelry. The more valuable items are likely behind the security grating where the gray-haired proprietor sits, an irritably concerned look growing on his face.
"What are you doing? That thing can't be in here," he complains with a sneer.
"That is my nephew, Mr. Entwistle," Fi corrects firmly, "And I'm sure you don't want it known that you're in the business of dealing in stolen merchandise. But no one is here to shake you down. Deal with us like anyone else and you'll have no issue."
Entwistle fumes quietly before a look at James cuts him short.
"It's true in a way Entwistle. I thought my wife had forgotten about the old stuff I sold you. Turns out she was holding it for this one until he was old enough. Just sell the boy what he actually wants and we'll be out of your hair," James bullshits.
"Oh! A misunderstanding," Entwistle says, thinking something over, "I'll tell you what, since you're a friend, I'll waive the thirty day policy and let you pay only what I paid you, plus interest of course."
James smiles, "Of course. You are a good friend."