"Good."
With a smile, he lights up another cigarette, and then gets down to the details.
"Dr. January is working out of a low-security facility right here in Seattle for a company called 'Nutritex Wholesome Meal'. I'll give you some information in a file, but I'll leave you to track down the particulars. He's been working on a mycoprotein-based food supplement. It'll look better, taste better, and be cheaper than any soy or krill products in the market now. We want him to come work for us."
He takes a drag on the cigarette and pulls a PDA out of his suitcoat pocket. "This has pictures of Dr. January, as well as the location of his offices, and the location of the terminal in his office. He also has a safe in his office, with additional notes in there." He turns on the PDA, quickly typing a number into it, "This is the number you can contact me at when the job is finished. Not when you're on your way back to your dosses and you decide you have a question for me, or any other time. When the job is finished."
He wipes the PDA clean with a hankerchief from his pocket, sets it on the table, and stands, stuffing the hankerchief into his pocket before taking the cigarettes from his lips. "If you decide you want to go for the extra money, you'll have to find the information about January on your own. And remember, we want those notes intact. If they're damaged at all, we're going to want a refund of the up-front money we gave you. You know the drill."
He pulls a handful of generic black certified credsticks out of his pocket and tosses three of them onto the table surface. You wonder why he didn't wipe them for prints as well, but then you notice that these are the new ones you heard about, that are fingerprint-resistant. He turns, still smoking his cigarette, and leaves toward the kitchen, pulling an earbud cell phone from his pocket and thumbing it into his ear.