It exists only in fiction. From Thomas Perry’s Death Benefits:
Stillman turned his head to stare at Walker critically then waved off the valet parking attendant.
“We’ll have to stop and get you some clothes and stuff.”
He turned and walked west on Wilshire Blvd. Stillman stopped to look into the Neiman Marcus window, and Walker pointedly kept moving.
Stillman called, “Hold it,” and Walker came back.
“I know you can’t afford this, but don’t worry about it. We’re on an expense account.”
“You may be,” said Walker, “but I doubt it includes me and I’m sure it doesn’t include clothes.”
Stillman glanced at his watch and said affably, “It includes anything I say it includes. I don’t itemize.”
Walker cocked his head and raised an eyebrow.
“My clients know I’m not wasting their time on that sort of thing. If they want my services they pay what I cost and don’t get on my nerves. I don’t bid. I don’t give estimates, and I don’t account for things. “
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