Not yet. But you feel good about it.

"Ms. Watson is here to see you," your receptionist lets you know as Emma Watson walks into your office.

Emma, as always, appears to exude all class for this appointment, as she is in a classy red dress as she sits on your leather couch, her eyes following your every move.

"It's good to see you in my office Emma," you tell her as you begin work on the agreement, "but I guess I still need to know why?"

"A girl's always got to look out for her best interests, John," she tells you, warmly engaging you in conversation, "and frankly, you won me over by NOT calling me Hermione."

"I can see how that could get old," you tell her as you hand her the deal, hoping you'll be able to land one of the biggest celebrities in the world to your stable.

"Yeah, you don't know how many times I want to them to "bugger off"," she laughs as she shakes your hand and walks out of your office, perhaps the start of something bigger between the two of you.