Carla drives us downtown, parks in front of a glass high-rise; Yvette's Modeling Agency sign adorns the front doors.
We go to the reception desk, "Carla to see Yvette, please tell her I have a desirable discovery for her."
A tall, well endowed, middle-aged brunette model appears, dressed elegantly in a tight-fitting gown slit all the way up her left side exposing her sculpted leg and hip, portraying a high-class image. Carla and her kiss each other's both cheeks European style greeting.
"Yvette, I discovered Judy in a supermarket, I gave her a makeover, she's a fresh face and oozes sex, I admire her look, what say you?"
"Yes, Carla, I see it," Yvette nods, "please Judy, walk over there, turn," gestures with her well-manicured, long, slim fingers. "Strike a pose and return to me." Judy does a runway walk as previously practiced with Carla's coaching.
"Do you have a portfolio, Judy?"
"Yvette, she was a hospital housekeeper day before yesterday, I saw the potential, do you want to sign her exclusively or do you want her to be your competition?"
Yvette, hums and haws, holding her elbow, placing her finger to her cheek, thumb under her chin.
"I don't know, maybe," tipping her head from side to side. "Uh, let me set up a photo shoot, so I can see how photogenic she is."
Carla replies with a chortle, "Yvette you are my first stop, you currently have first chance."