Chapter 2
The building was a pure showing off of wealth: white marble, extensive ornaments in red and gold. It was disgusting. The splendour was paid for with the blood of millions of slaves. And come to think of it, his own blood too. Hadn't he defended the system with life and health in this cursed war? Hadn't his comrades...
"Good morning, sir. How can I be of assistance?" A salesman grinned a wide toothpaste smile at John.
"How are you today, sir? We are very pleased to welcome you to our house. May I tell you about today's specials."
John was offered a seat on a comfortable dark red armchair and within seconds provided with a cup of tea. He barely noticed the slaves that silently flitted about the place.
Maybe it was a mistake to come here. John sipped his tea.
"... shame about the war..."
"... economic situation..."
John nodded and looked at a golden statue to his left-hand side. It was Aphrodite.
"... worth of slaves..."
"...money..."
"... no refund..."
John sighed and nodded again. So as expected, he couldn't exchange the voucher for money.
"But I think I got exactly the right one for you."
"What?" John exclaimed a bit louder than he intended.
"The right slave. That's what people are here for." The salesman said with an unfazed grin and waited.
"Yes, ...sure."
