A Woman's Worth (Drabble Project, Day 38)
Feb. 7th, 2012 11:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
were_lemurJames Bond: Goldeneye, Natalya Semyonova, all ages, not mine. She knows what she's worth, and she's not afraid to name her price.
Though she'd left her weapons at home, in deference to her potential client's security procedures, Natalya Semyonova would no more walk out the front door without her Kevlar vest than she would without her trousers.
She arrived at the would-be client's office and was shown through wood-paneled offices that were clearly designed to show off their owner's wealth. Natalya wasn't impressed.
She spread her letters of recommendation out on the man's desk and stood silently. Finally, he looked up from the papers. "That's all very impressive, darlin', but -- "
She kept her voice and expression pleasantly neutral. "My fee just doubled."
Though she'd left her weapons at home, in deference to her potential client's security procedures, Natalya Semyonova would no more walk out the front door without her Kevlar vest than she would without her trousers.
She arrived at the would-be client's office and was shown through wood-paneled offices that were clearly designed to show off their owner's wealth. Natalya wasn't impressed.
She spread her letters of recommendation out on the man's desk and stood silently. Finally, he looked up from the papers. "That's all very impressive, darlin', but -- "
She kept her voice and expression pleasantly neutral. "My fee just doubled."
