The look in their eyes. It wasn't greed, or disbelief, or calculation or any of the other emotions you've gotten so used to when arranging business transactions.

It was pity. They were looking at you like you were a pathetic kitten in a cardboard box.

"You're afraid," they said. "All of this and - you don't even have one person you can trust? You need to go all the way back to childhood to find even one -"

They finished the thought internally. You don't think it was flattering. But hey - that's why you're offering her the big bucks, right?

"Fuck, okay. No need for the hard sell, I need the money. So is there, like, a dress code or is it come as you are?"