Bria asks Megan if she knows of a photographer

"Megan wait," Bria called as the friendly receptionist got up to go. "Do you know a good photographer?"

Megan smiled down at her and opened her purse, fishing around. She withdrew one finely manicured hand to hold out a card. "This fellow's good. He does jobs for all the industries. He might need some persuasion to take you on, though."

"Persuasion...?" Bria began to ask, but Megan had already turned and was rushing back to work, leaving Bria to realize that she'd stuck her with the bill. Oh well, was worth it for the advice, even if it did leave her fifteen dollars poorer.

"I seriously need money," she muttered, pulling out her cell as she eyed the card. Should she call or show up at his studio? He'd have a harder time turning her away once he saw her.