He traced his fingertips to her nipple and slowly rubbed in a circle over it to see how responsive it was and even in her comatose state, it rapidly g...ew and elongated. Pleased, he grasped it between his thumb and forefinger and pinched and tugged it, causing it to stretch and distend away from her chest until he released it and watched it snap back perfectly. He again moved his hand, this time to her right breast and performed the same tests. Pleased, he smiled softly as her breast and nipple. He looked down at his papers and cleared his throat.“It’s called a conflict of interest, Ms. Gudapati. You traded the same stock as your customer.”“And tell me exactly what is a conflict of interest?”This simple question stumped the investigator. “Well, you know, there’s no precise definition. It’s when there’s a, you know, conflict, and you disregard it. And buying the exact same stock as your customer, and on the exact same day: I’d call that a conflict. Wouldn’t you?”Geeta smiled. “Suppose. You'll need the hay in the winter if you have livestock, but you have to wonder how profitable it is if you're growing and harvesting hay for sale. You do get a minimum of three cuttings per season, and you can get as many as five cuttings if the rains are exactly right and the weather holds. Even with over-seeding every year, the value of the end product probably makes it a good crop.I'll have to figure it out on a per acre basis to see how it compares. We always had buyers for our wheat. That is what awaits Gedric if we do not help him escape before the Inonni arrive."That Mandas could stoop to such outrageous lies did not surprise her. But to declare them so boldly, without flinching, without giving any clue as to the deception by either the inflection of his voice or the movements of his body chilled her far more than anything he could have done to her.She had once lamented she could never be a complete slave. She could act the part but not be the part, as something would.