Demand the rate be paid

From Create Your Own Story

She gets up slowly, clearly disappointed. 'I apologize for wasting your time then,' she says quietly. 'I guess I'll have to look for another detective - someone who knows how to do business.' She drops her cigarette into the ashtray and heads for the door. You hate to see her leave, but with the way she sways her hips, you can't help but love watching her go.

Now you can get back to what you were doing: drinking and sulking, and waiting for a more profitable case.

So much for that knock-out blonde.

(Not quite) The End (Still adding to the plot)