The Bookman 1: Rarity
"Ain't doing it," Ken said.
Za-za gazed coolly back at him with those lavender blue eyes which once had seduced a word from every magazine cover, and which were still the same in her aging face. "Oh, really? Why?"
"Where do I begin? Ah, I know, let's start with the fact you haven't paid me for the last job..."
"That situation could be remedied."
"... or the one before that."
"Great," Ken said briskly. "We'll attend to the financial backlog first, shall we? Then I'll get onto the other reason."
"You sadden me, Ken," Za-za said, as she reached down, opened the top drawer of her desk and withdrew a cheque book that was covered in dust.