Ross Wilkes waited at his campus office for an applicant who's application he had received  about a week ago.  From the photo she had sent of herself, she definitely seemed to have the body of a model.  The question he needed an answer to was, how aggresive would she be about making the big money?  Like most Photographers, Ross would sign Models for the catalogs and such but knew the internet waswhere the big money was.  Thus he would point out the huge difference in the money.<br/><br/>Ross was a good looking man at 41 years of age.  He made sure to look very professional when meeting possible new models.  Today he was wearing a navy blue suit, a short sleeve white shirt, so his muscle tone would be obvious when he removed his suit jacket, and a dark blue tie.  His campus office was small.  A waiting area that was earth toned colors, a 4 foot in diameter wood toned table with 4 brown leather type office chairs,  and a small brown fridge with cold bottled water, and energy drinks inside of it.  His photo studio was a large with a variety of backgrounds for photo shoots.  He had a small office at  the rear of the studio and a full bathroom that was large enough for the girls to do whatever the might need to do.<br/><br/>Then Ross heard the bell. He looked at his watch and noticed that his appointment was right on time.  He walked to the front door and opened and saw the beautiful young girl standing there. "Hi there, you must be Emma." He said with a gentle smile, "I'm Ross Wilkes. Please come in.  Please take a seat at the table." He placed a large photo album that was filled with many different young ladies.  Naturally all the girls were beautiful and tastefully dressed.  Here's some of my work, if you'd like to look through it.  I have bottled water and energy drinks if you'd like.  I do have coffe brewed back in my office, if you'd prefer. I know that's what i'm going to get myself.  What can I get for you/" He asked gently.<br/><br/><br/><br/>@ AmeliaRP