"You are asking too much from me," said Olan when he went back to my room the next day. It was him who volunteered to bring my food this time, because I told his younger brother that I needed to talk with his older brother. "It is not only against my moral compass, but it will be so risky."
I knew that he would refuse my plea for help so I shifted to my Plan B. If I could not persuade him by making him feel guilty about the injustice that I was in, then I will engage him in a business-like setup. "I knew you would say that, so I think about a barter of information. How about that?"
He eyes me suspiciously. "Are you talking about the thing that I asked you? because if that's what you are going to offer me, then you'll have a chance. But if it's not, then spare me from hearing about your w
