"Yeah, about that," sang laksamana menenggak lagi minuman dari dalam botol di tangannya. Lalu meletakkan botol tersebut ke atas meja. "And you also killed a slave in the mine."
"So what?" ujar James sedikit sengit sebab terpancing emosi. "They're trying to attack me, Father. Am I going to just let them beat me, no way, right? After all, they are only a slave, and I am your son, the son of a noble family."
"See," sang laksamana menunjuk-nujuk James dengan menahan kekesalannya. "You still don't get it …"
"Father," James akhirnya memutuskan mendekati sang ayah, berdiri dua langkah di hadapan meja kerja itu.
"Don't you understand, The Big Three don't want any reductions in the workforce. You still don't get it, do you? That is mean, if they find out you killed and held slaves, you will be punished, Son."
Wajah James semakin memerah, terlebih sang ayah berucap dengan nada yang tinggi dan tatapan seolah sepasang pedang tajam yang terhunus ke arahnya. James dengan cepat memutar otak.
