"You fail to consider the costs involved. Your physical rehabilitation will be expensive and your financial even more so. I'll have to employ the Time Study Enclave to predict a financial plan for you, and chronography isn't cheap."
"Why can't you just give me the money?"
Lyf shrugged. "I don't have it—and I couldn't supply you with gold. It would be suspicious and we try to avoid attracting attention to our clients or ourselves. Humans have some rather messy ways of abrogating a fellow human's contract. So you acquire your wealth within the framework of your society—through the stock market in your case."
"Oh—I see."
"Your money is enough to start you off. I'll show you how to make it multiply."
"And if I cheat you?" Miss Twilley asked.
"You won't, I'm not utterly naive. There is a security clause in the contract which must be fulfilled."
"And what is that?"
"I put my mark on you. That makes you a permanent sixth order focus I can contact at any time."
"That gives you quite an advantage."