486 - Fig for Hire?

"Ienas."  I swear that my little professional god created me specifically to have fun with me. 
My son looked up from where he was making the last entry in our daily take book. "Yes, dad?" I let the letter in my hand flap open to show the fancy stock, the silver ink and the silver ribbons.  He blinked. "That can't be real, so soon after we catered those big parties of his…"
"Oh?  And who didn'