Simon began pacing, frowning at the window every time he passed it, before eventually striding over and jerking the curtains closed, trying to block out the light. The sun was black, and the light was wrong.
"Bad day," he said eventually, going back over to the desk, frowning again. "Are you sure about those figures? They seem awfully low. Lower than usual. Most people charge more and they're not as skilled as you."