"We have... a problem."
The Baroness rolled her eyes. "You may have a problem, but you've been paid handsomely. I expect delivery, or there will be..." the faintest trace of a wicked smirk slithered onto her face "...penalties."
"There is the matter of safety, madam. The... item is more difficult to handle than anticipated. If we could discuss—“
“There will be no discussion. Off with you.”
He withdrew to the anteroom, where Yon waited.
“Well?”
“She's adamant.”
“Fine. We can get the beast here, the chains should last a few more hours. After that...” Yon shrugged.
