Phone pinned between shoulder and ear, balancing a cup of coffee and a sandwich in one hand, Thaumas strode down the street and tried to carry on a conversation while attempting to peel the lid off his paper cup without running into anyone. His agent was blathering on and on about how the last client wanted additional shots of that silo because they wanted a different angle or something.
"No. They got what they paid for and you know my policy, Brian. When I say it's done, it's done. Nope, not going back. Return the money and get the images back if they can't take no for an answer."