<em>Drake, eying Ingrid while sitting at the meeting</em><br/><br/>Drake grinned when Ingrid offered to give the number of a modeling agency. "She'll have fond memories of you, I'm sure." He leaned back in his chair and cocked his head. "I hope that she doesn't hold it against us if some of the girls don't return to her. We may have to offer her some kind of finder's  fee or something."<br/><br/>Then he rose and motioned with his head at Ingrid. "Come on, babe. Let's get a drink and then hit the road."