"Devereaux is going with our pitch." "Hey, that's just great," I said superperkily. "Wendell's or mine?" "Yours." "But you want to fire me. So fire me." "We can't fire you. They loved you. The head guy, Leonard Daly, thought you were, I quote, 'a great kid, very courageous' and a natural to do a whispering campaign. He said you had believability." "That's too bad." "Why? You're not quitting!" I thought about it. "Not if you don't want me to. Do you?" Go on, say it. 298 elavanilla "No." "No what?" "No, we don't want you to quit." "Ten grand more, two assistants, and charcoal suits. Take it or leave it." Ariella swallowed. "Okay to the money, okay to the assistants, but I can't green-light charcoal suits. Formula Twelve is Brazilian, we need carnival colors." "Charcoal suits or I'm gone." "Orange." "Charcoal." "Orange." "Charcoal." "Okay, charcoal." It was an interesting lesson in power. The only time you truly have it is when you genuinely don't care whether you have it or not. "Right," I said. "I'm giving myself the rest of the day off."