"B-but brother!" The young Ferengi man ran after his even younger sibling. "Be reasonable." It was a useless request, he knew that as soon as Jin spun around, eyes red and angry.
"No, Morg, I won't be reasonable! I've taken enough of this abuse! I've got my fifty percent, now I'm leaving!" Morg's gaze fell on Jin's suitcases.
"You took half the latinum?" he sounded near tears. Jin growled at him in disgust.
"Yes, I took the latinum. Latinum, latinum, that's all you care about!"
Morg shrugged his thin shoulders, "Well I am a Ferengi," he said, as if that explained it all. And it did. Jin ignored him, reaching for the door to his shuttlecraft. His brother rushed to intercept him.
"I need you! The Mor-jih Consortium can't exist without the `jih' half....Please, brother? I'll- I'll give you fifty two percent of all profits..." Jin sighed.
"You'll never change. No way." He stepped into his shuttle. "See you," he said, as the door closed. Morg scowled.
"Unfortunately, I'm sure you will."
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