Deal. Eventually.

"Wow...another sports reporter?" you ask yourself as Rachel Nichols is let into your office by your receptionist, the word clearly getting out about your work.

You think briefly that she might be here to do a story on you as far as that subject is concerned, but when she has a seat on your couch, it becomes pretty clear she's here on her time.

"Rachel, how can I be of service to you?" you ask her as you look at her in her buttoned-up business attire, the black pants and the white shirt with the black jacket.

"No one knows I'm here, so we need to keep this quiet for awhile John," she tells you, leaning over your desk as you work on your offer to her, "but I didn't get to where I am today by settling, Make me a good offer, and I'll sign with you and let you handle my career from now on."

"I understand Rachel," you tell her, presenting her the contract, "there's no rush here. Take as long as you like."

"I'll be signing with you, no doubt," she tells you after looking at the contract briefly and heading for the door, "but I have to take care of some other business first. I'll let you know when I'm ready."