White: queen's bishop's pawn c2>c4

"Mr. Goldsteen, Miss Sigurdsen is here," the intercom announced.

"Julius, I'm going to have my assistant Megan go over the rest of the details with you. Thanks for coming by!" With that, the meeting was over. Julius turned and was greeted by a beautiful redheaded woman, wearing a fashionable green dress that matched her eyes.

"Top o' the morning," she greeted him in a thick Irish accent. "I'm Megan Cassidy, Mr. Goldsteen's assistant. Please come with me."

Julius followed her down a hallway into the interior of the building, watching her sculpted butt as she walked. "Damn, you are one fine secretary, girl!"

Megan laughed. "I'm not a secretary. I'm Lionel's personal assistant." She led him into a large room full of cubicles.

"Yeah, well, shouldn't you be talent?" Julius continued. "You look like talent from what I can see."

"I was one of the clients, still am except I can't afford the fees," she replied as she showed him a chair and sat behind a desk at one of the cubicles. "I'm a classically trained actress, and came to make my fame in America. Unfortunately, I just can't seem to do an American accent! The firm managed to find me a few non-speaking roles, and even a few modelling gigs, but I'm not tall enough and my boobs are too big to make it in that field." She gestured to her chest and sighed.

"Yeah, you got nice titties, girl," Julius consoled her, sizing her up as a 'c' cup at least. "Hey, I know some people, maybe I can help you out. You got any shots?"

Megan's face brightened. "I'd appreciate whatever help you can offer!" She went into a drawer and retrieved a selection of glossy photographs of her in various poses and outfits.

Julius pored through them, stopping at one of her in a bikini. "You got any nudes? Or at least topless?" Megan shook her head, blushing. "You should, it might help."

Megan cleared her throat. "Okay, let's get back to Miss Hunter..."