 Why was the Stortulian so upset?
It was our first day of recruiting on the planet, and the alien life-forms had lined up for hundreds of feet back from my rented office. My three staff men, Auchinleck, Stebbins and Ludlow, walked shieldwise in front of me. The aliens came in every shape and form, in all colors and textures—and all of them eager for a Corrigan contract. I thought of it privately as MacTavish IV and referred to it publicly as Ghryne. We had saturated MacTavish IV with our promotional poop for a month preceding arrival. His last visit to the Caledonia Cluster until 2937, so don't miss your chance! "Before we begin, I'll need certain information about—" "I am a being of Regulus II," came the grave, booming reply, even before I had picked up the blank. We needed a green Regulan in our show; the last one had quit four years ago. But just because we needed him didn't mean we had to be extravagant in hiring him. He was followed by a roly-poly blue-skinned humanoid from Donovan's Planet, four feet high and five hundred pounds heavy. I passed him along to Auchinleck to sign at anything short of top rate. It was the isolationism of the late 29th century that turned me into the successful proprietor of Corrigan's Institute, after some years as an impoverished carnival man in the Betelgeuse system. Back in 2903, the World Congress declared Terra off-bounds for non-terrestrial beings, as an offshoot of the Terra for Terrans movement. Before then, anyone could visit Earth. At the same time, we had turned away a dozen ursinoids, fifty of the reptilian natives of Ghryne, seven Sirian spiders, and no less than nineteen chlorine-breathing Procyonites wearing gas masks. It was also my sad duty to nix a Vegan who was negotiating through a Ghrynian agent. The first harbinger of woe turned up after lunch in the person of a Kallerian. The Kallerian was the sixth applicant that afternoon. I had turned away three more ursinoids, hired a vegetable from Miazan, and said no to a scaly pseudo-armadillo from one of the Delta Worlds. Hardly had the 'dillo scuttled dejectedly out of my office when the Kallerian came striding in, not even waiting for Stebbins to admit him officially. And we're not currently in need of any Kallerian males, because—" "You will hire me or trouble I will make!" "Yes, you have four representatives—of the Clan Verdrokh!
 he'd never see his wife again without this man's help
 he really needed the job because he was out of money  he was too proud to go back home without what he wanted  he knew his wife wanted to come back but couldn't  he'd never see his wife again without this man's help