"I say Manfredo's." He chuckled. Might as well make the best of it.
So his comfortable life was going to suffer changes. So the brandy
wouldn't be the best, and he'd buy his suits on sale, and he'd lunch
three or four times a week in the company cafeteria. It might even mean
giving up his beloved Sutton Place apartment. But he'd still be better
off than if he had to hunt for a new job ... and actually work.
* * * * *
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.