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But was Brunt the hypocrite or was Quark? Oh! If only the shadows could swallow Brunt up right now like the bloated oyster toad he was. Quark knew that look in Brunt’s eyes. He wanted something. He had no power over Quark anymore. Not with Rom the Grand Nagus and the laws changed against Brunt who lost his position as liquidator long ago. Quark should have turned away. He should have forgotten he had ever seen him if he didn’t report him, but he didn’t. He just stared at him as Brunt took over Quark’s spot in the main pupil of the window’s eye. Brunt watched Quark out of the corner of his own mean, beady eyes. “What?” Quark said at last. “I paid for my view, and I’m taking it in,” retorted Brunt simply, “So on edge, aren’t we?” Quark snorted. “I know why, though,” Brunt went on after a pause. “Being the butt of your opposition’s idea of an Old Acquisitioner.” Quark raised a brow. Brunt waved a hand aside casually. “Oh, right you probably don’t know. You don’t keep track of

Quark’s ears pricked. Usually it was only when he heard the sound of profit in the air, but nothing piqued his hearing these days like the sound of his mother’s loud and obnoxious squawk from half a mile away. And, no! He did not talk like her, so there! The sun was unusually bright in Ferenginar City. People said it never stopped raining on the whole planet, but no place was it truer than in the capital. The appearance of the sun was almost freaky for so long a time and just in time for the celebrations. There was not a cloud in the sky when the medals were handed out. It was a bad omen as far as Quark felt concerned, and he was not going to give ill fortune an opportunity to get any ideas by having his mother around. The now thin veil of white clouds made the sunlight filter through like magic and glittered upon the smooth glossy surfaces of domes, rails, and vehicles. Decorations filled the marketplace from entryway to exit in the forms of jellyfish-like plumes that resembled