She wants a fresh start

"Ms. Gomez is here," your receptionist attempts to tell you, but you took one look at Selena Gomez in her tight red dress and went ahead and buzzed her in yourself, ready to get down to business.

"What brings you to my office, Selena?" you ask her as she sits down on your leather couch and types away on her phone, finally turning her attention to you.

"Well, Mr. Doe," she tells you, addressing you by your last name, "I'm tired of all of these rumors floating around about me, and I'm seeking new management to make sure that they are taken care of."

"I've never met a challenge I couldn't handle Selena, and I don't think that one will be, either," you tell her, typing away on your computer, "and by all means, call me John."

Selena started going on and on about all of those rumors, just making small talk really, as you typed up and printed out a contract for her to look for, her eyes lighting up when she looked it over.

"I've got to run, so I can't sign this yet," she tells you as she takes off from your office, "but the next time I see you, you'll have a signed contract in your hand."

"I've got a feeling it will be a pleasure doing business with you," you tell her as she leaves, counting down the days until she is under your management.