29.B

This is a misunderstanding, said Ms K, head of the creativity-department, and became green again: I am not your ghostwriter and I won't ever be nor will I ever accept someone to be my ghost-writer. I never did that, and I'll never do that. I do honor people who do this kind of job: but everybody who wants to make a deal of language and style with me, better offer me a place where I can do the writing and speaking in my own name, do some repair-work in the texts of others, or don't speak or write at all, did you get me? The trader was a little bit embarassed, first, and then a little bit furious, second, and then he said: but we are offering very good salary, and you should be grateful that someone wants to buy your stuff. It won't work, said Ms K,  I cannot do that, even if I wanted to. You picked the wrong kind of person, and what you did in order to get me down into a situation where - as you might have fancied - I could not refuse your offer and would have to either sell my skin or my language: It will fall heavily on your own feet, Sir. We can make this or that contract, but the very act of writing means too much to me, I won't ever use this as a thing of exchange with anybody. Besides that, we may talk about this or that, and if you want to enforce a deal with anyone special on anything special, we can negotiate. But don't you ever dare to instrumentalize things holy to me for your purposes, whether these be good or not good. She said this with a smile, got up, opened the door, and when he left, she said, beware of the cold, it is very cold outside today.