They didn’t sell. They gave.
Col Koora was not a general of armies or a minister of state. He was a colonel of pickles.
She ate it. Her face turned the color of a ripe tomato. She gasped, wept, and laughed all at once. For ten seconds, she forgot FlavorCorp entirely. Then she wiped her eyes, straightened her blazer, and said, “We’ll be back with an injunction.”