I saw my agent enter the elevator. I had to talk to her about biting the bullet and talking to Evil Editor about my crappy book. I put my foot into the opening to keep the door open.
"Would you come out here so we can speak?" I said.
"I'd rather speak in here."
"I can't speak in there; that was last week."
"Huh? If you want to speak to me, you'll have to come in there."
"No can do. This story would be a week late, then. You're fired."
"The hell I am. You're fired. Keep your day job."