" Fine, I’m a greedy capitalist pig. But you, my friend, are a sports agent. There is not a greedier, sleazier, slimier, more capitalist entity in existence.” Myron nodded. “Suck up to me,” he said. “That’ll work.” “You’re not letting me finish. Yes, you’re a sports agent. But a damn fine one. The best, really. You and the Spanish shiksa do incredible work for your clients. Get the most for them. More than they should get really. By the time you finish with me, I feel violated. Hand to God, you’re that good. You come into my office, you rip off my clothes and have your way with me.” Myron made a face. “Please.” “But I know your secret background with the feds.” Some "

― Harlan Coben , One False Move (Myron Bolitar, #5)