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Afterwards, we’re drinking red wine from the same plain little drinking glasses they use in the Italian restaurant downstairs. Taking my time in order not to skip over any detail, I fill Leslie in on the assignment Keogh III just laid in my lap. When I’m done I pour more wine and ask my agent what she thinks.
“First off,” she says, “you were right to take the job. You need it. But you never negotiated a price and that will be my job.”
“Thought you were done with agenting.”
She c***s her head, flips back her thick hair with her free hand, sips some more wine.
“I’ve decided to maintain a small list of writers who sell. I’ll work from out of my apartment.”
“Did I make the cut?” I smile.
“It just so happens you did, Man in the Yellow Hat.” Lifting up her right hand, she makes a pinc
