Sweet MYTH-tery of Life by Robert Asprin

“Because you’re doing both jobs,” Bunny insisted.

“. . . But I’m not working magikally right now,” I shot back.

“Aren’t you?” she challenged. “Come on, Skeeve. Are you trying to tell me that if some trouble arose that required a magikal solution, that you’d just stand by and ignore it?”

“Well, no. But …”

“No ‘buts,'” Bunny interrupted. “You’re in residence here, and ready to throw your full resources into any magikal assignment that arises . . . just like you’re doing at the Bazaar. They’re paying you a hefty percentage just to be on standby. If anything, you’re giving Possiltum a break on what you’re charging them. Make no mistake, though, you are doing the job. I’m just making sure they pay you for it. If they want a financial consultant and a court magician, then it’s only fair that it shows in their budget and is part of the burden they have to raise money to pay.”

She had me. It occurred to me, however, that if this conversation lasted much longer, she’d have me believing that black was white.

“I guess it’s okay then.” I said, shrugging my shoulders. “It still sounds high to me.”

“It is,” Bunny said, firmly. “You’ve got to remember though, Skeeve, that whole amount isn’t just for you. It’s M.Y.T.H. Inc. the kingdom is paying for. The fees have to cover the expense of your entire operation, including overhead and staff. It’s not like you’re taking the whole amount and putting it in your pocket.”

I nodded casually, but my mind was racing. What Bunny had just said had given me an idea.