"I'm asking you to make it, not use it," Cindy replies with just a tiny bit of grumbling underneath her breath. She never took people telling her that they were discreet at face value. People can say anything; it's up to her to be the judge of things and wade through all the bullshit.

Seventeen marks isn't that high of a number, though Cindy didn't expect a custom job to be cheap. She can afford up to twenty-five, but that doesn't mean she'll take the first number she's given. "Thirteen."