"Good night," said the cabinet.
9
In the morning he went to the employment agency which he found in one corner of the hotel lobby.
There was no one around but a Kimonian girl, a tall, statuesque blonde, but with a grace to put to shame the most petite of humans. A woman, Bishop thought, jerked out of some classic Grecian myth, a blond goddess come to life and beauty. She didn't wear the flowing Grecian robe, but she could have. She wore, truth to tell, but little, and was all the better for it.
"You are new," she said.
He nodded.
"Wait, I know," she said. She looked at him: "Selden Bishop, age twenty-nine Earth years, IQ 160."
"Yes, ma'am," he said.
She made him feel as if he should bow and scrape.
"Business administration, I understand," she said.