Playing with Fire: Stories from the Pacific Rim

He smiled, showing teeth yellow from cigarette smoke. He looked at his desk diary, then at her papers again.
Mmm...a hundred pesos a month, Why, that's one thousand two hundred pesos a year. Surely, you can afford to buy me a forty-peso dinner!' How can Marina say no? How can she refuse the Chief's next request? He is an evil man, but she needs her promotion...