Electra placed her coffee cup back on her saucer with a sharp crack and rubbed her eyes vigorously. Reading for a long period always made her eyes hurt and the minuscule print of the Sunday Times was even worse. She flicked a lock of blonde hair away from her face and picked the paper off the table to ensure her exhausted eyes had not deceived her. Then she lounged back on the sofa and reread the advertisement for the third time. "Five thousand dollars." She whispered hesitantly as though the figures would disappear from the page should she speak too loudly. "Five thousand dollars for less than three months of work." She made two large rings on the paper with a red felt pen and rose from the couch.

"I hope my client to whip up isn't late." she muttered.