<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Dorian Silver<br/>9th Floor Personal Studio<br/>With Courtney</span></strong></div><br/>Dorian had smiled genuinely at the particular album Courtney had selected. It was one of an ex girlfriend of his. She had loved the photo shoots he'd done with her. Just not the lack of funds he seemed to enjoy. Dorian never cared much about money. Only wanting to do what he did. He lived modestly for the most part. His books and bedroom were the only personal things that he spent much on. His photography equipment and props didn't really count. They were for business and he didn't count business towards his personal things. Although he took great pleasure in using his props for more personal endeavors. He was about to speak and ask enlighten Courtney to what he looked for, which changed with his mood, when his phone rang. It was only a verizon intensity, but he had a good six hindered minutes plan with unlimited texting for his use. It was Jarvis. The man had approached him with ideas for a shoot that had greatly intrigued Dorian. The man had an eye for creativity and Dorian appreciated that greatly. He heald up a finger to ask Courtney for a moment as he hit the answer button and raised the phone to his ear.<br/>"Dorian Silver."<br/>He waited, his thoughts running a mile a minute. Jarvis had expressed interest in a few of the new models and Dorian had the good fortune to manage to talk to the one at the top of the man's list. It was almost as though he'd planned it, but the wings of fate seemed to be pushing them towards this particular shoot in just the right way.