Job security. Like she's ever needed a thing like that in a world this bloody big.

But...

The question of 'how much' is met with numbers she'd list under the category of Bullshit if not for the briefcase she's been careful not to let go of since the moment they'd dropped it off in her hands.

Chloe pauses, drums a few fingertips against the tabletop.

"All right. But nothing weird, yeah? I do the same job I've always done." Which, thankfully, gets the go-ahead from Marlowe, even if the woman seems less than pleased about being given an ultimatum.