The Standing She Did Not Know She Had
It had probably worked for him before.
It works, God knows, on a great many women in exactly my position.
What he had not counted on — what he could not have counted on, because I had not counted on it myself — was that instead of a long lonely night of dependence, I had been handed, at 3:12 in the morning, a folder that changed the arithmetic entirely.
He came back expecting to collect a broken woman.