Chapter 25: Evil Plan to Make Big Money!
The moment Arthur started talking business, his energy surged.
"I'm telling you, there's no competition between suppressors and inhibitors!"
Lucy, intrigued, reviewed the data Arthur had sent her. After a moment, she nodded thoughtfully.
"Compared to suppressors, inhibitors are indeed inferior. They require regular injections, precise dosages, and the body quickly develops resistance."
Arthur blinked, then looked at Lucy like she'd just grown another head.
"Who told you that? Inhibitors are clearly better! Think about it—they're consumables. As long as someone's alive, they'll keep buying them. But suppressors? One-and-done. Where's the profit in that?"
Lucy fell silent, lighting a cigarette. Before she could take a drag, Arthur snatched it. She casually lit another one, unbothered.
Is this what capitalism looks like? she thought as she exhaled smoke. She'd been focused on what worked best for people. Arthur, as always, was focused on what made the most money.
Arthur, puffing on the strawberry-flavored smoke, grew even more animated.