Isabelle came into the lobby, her red hair flowing behind her in a long wave. The young co-owner of Temptation Studios was cheerful and fresh-faced, a phone to her ear as she switched easily between conference calls. There always seemed to be some problem on set or with the company somewhere that needed fixing, or an interview to arrange, or new talent to meet. It was a far cry from her own days as talent, but the constant work kept her mind fresh. It was a challenge to make such a big studio work right, but a joy when it all came together.<br/><br/>Outwardly, she didn't look like a business owner today. She was in fitted blue jeans that hugged her curves and a simple black blouse top that accentuated her bust without being super tight. Simple black heels completed the outfit. She might have been any other college-aged woman. As she approached Darren she was speaking about sets and costumes with someone. She nodded, spoke something quickly, then hung up. She looked at Darren.<br/><br/><em>"Bonjour. Je m'appelle Isabelle. Can I help you sir? Are you lost? Our receptionist seems to be out at the moment."</em>The voice was warm, friendly, and spoke in a rapid-fire English that was heavily accented with French.