A cyberpunk detective story.
She looked at me in a soon-to-be-emotional way that meant I should get to the point as quickly as possible.
“Those are my fees,” I said. “I’m not flexible regarding them and I expect to be paid on time.”
She nodded and inhaled through her nose, a wet, stuffy sound made more pathetic by the tears. I didn’t have a Kleenex to give her.