They started with vodka Gibsons. Derrence gulped his, and was ready for another. Tzadi, however, merely sipped once, and then read the menu. Derrence decided he couldn't relax too much. There was going to be some hard bargaining. Tzadi said, "It's very nice here, but rather expensive. I would like to be able to afford Manfredo's, but I doubt...."
"What do you earn?" Derrence asked bluntly.
Tzadi looked at him. "Twenty thousand."
Derrence was startled. "Really? That's very high for a PR writer ... or even a company investigator."
Tzadi smiled. "You know what they say. No matter what you earn, you always need more."
"And you need more?"
"Yes. I have hidden expenses."
"Like what?"
Again Tzadi smiled. "Now, Der, you wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Try me."