Verity escorts me to the front door. "When this article is published, Sally," she says, "you are going to be a big name overnight. To keep you," she adds, smiling, opening the door, "I'll have no choice but to offer you a contract. As a matter of fact, I've got a draft of such a contract for you sitting on my desk right now. One hundred twenty thousand for four personality profiles next year." A contract?
