upset to hear that her “companionship contract” with Mastodon didn’t expire for another three years. Millions of dollars were at stake, Mockingbird had explained, not to mention the hefty performance bonuses. Every time she touched Mastodon’s right hand in a public setting, ten thousand dollars was deposited in her brokerage account at Morgan Stanley; a full five-finger entwinement was worth twenty grand. And to appear beside him at a formal function: forty thousand for the first sixty minutes, fifty-five for every hour after that.
