Rosemary Church Salary の小説・ストーリー

"Ten capsules will be $20,000." She looked at the older she-wolf on the bed, her tone measured. "Will you be paying cash, or should I arrange an electronic transfer?" Rosemary froze. She stared at Christine, the slight droop at the corner of her eyes from heart failure lifting a little with surprise and suspicion. She was trying to figure out if Christine was joking, or if she was truly expected to pay. But Christine wasn't smiling, and there was no warmth in her scent. Her back was ramrod straight, her demeanor coolly professional.

I say, raising my eyebrows as she goes around her little podium to give an older woman a kiss on the cheek, taking her coat like an old friend. “Lucy knows everyone,” Frankie says, his voice impressed. “Which is precisely why Romano has her on reservations. She knows precisely who to seat, and when, and where. Who to let in, who to turn away. She probably makes 150k a year here, and earns every damn penny.” “Holy crap,” I say, my eyes going wide as I look at her again with wide eyes. Then I turn to him with a frown. “Wait, how much do I make?”