"I don't want you to get any money. All you’ve got to do is talk to him and get him to send it to me." The corporator’s voice began to rise in pitch as Tiger’s hand closed to within fifteen centimeters of the blue package. As casually as possible. the executive placed his left hand on the sensetape and slowly started drawing it back to himself. "You will be well-compensated for your work. That envelope contains ten thousand in corporate scrip. You will receive an equal amount once you have convinced my debtor to settle his account." Iron Mike shot Tiger a covert glance, which Tiger acknowledged with the barest of nods. T here has to he something buggy about all this because twenty-K is more than one of these jobs usually brings . T his guy must want his money bad , or there’s something he’s not telling us .