"Ashley we really need to sign Veronica Hamilton, like now! Word is J.P. at Mirage Records just gave her a new Lamborghini to try and soften her up. I can’t blieve that prick, he’s always trying to steal artists out from under me, bastard!", a middle-aged man siad barging the the door. "Good morning to you too Roland. How’s the wife.", the younder brunette siad not looking up from the paper work on her desk. "Don’t give me that hey how ya doin’ bullshit Ashley, this is serious.", the man siad as the large vein in his neck started to poke out and his face turned beet red. "Glen take this, make three copies for me and oh make sure you pick up my dry cleaning before lunch today will ya.", she said hanging the papers to the tall blonde and they watched as he retreated out the still open door quickly with a nod of his head. Ashley continued to shuffle through the papers on her desk ignoring the angry man in front of her. "Ashley normally as your boss I am excited to see your need to get things done but, right now I need you to focus. Veronica…Hamilton…", he says still bright red. For the first time since his entrance Ashley looked up at the man, unmoved or worried by his actions. He grumbled loudly throwing his hands in the air. "Calm down Roland before you make that vein in your neck of yours explode all over my office.", she said watching as the man covered the vein with one of his hands in response. "Ashley come on now.", he said a little more calmy.

"Have I ever let you down before by not signing a client you just have to have?", she asked. "No but…", she cut him off, "So why are you so worried? I’ll take Miss Hamilton out to the hottest, trendiest restaurant in town, wine and dine her. Show her a little of the famous Davies charm and she’ll be signing a contract on Monday.", she said with a cocky grin plastered on her face. "Ashley you better be right.", he said still not convinced. "Look would it make you feel better if I made a reservation now.", she said rolling her eyes. "Yes it would.", the man replied slumping down into one of the chairs in front of the woman’s desk rubbing his temples with his fingertips. "Glen..", she called and watched as the man appeared in the doorway, "Yes Miss Davies."