cxustomer one

I sat in my office, and awaited my fisrt customer. He hadn't told much on the phone, but I coul not blame him for that. Finally he arrived, a middleaged man, not bad looking, but not extravagant or unusual in behavior and looks. I had some smalltalk with him first, to break the ice. I found that he was a rather nice person in my opinion, but something tormented him, a ba memory.
"Now, I do have a job for you. A wanton, over-selfconfident and arrogant bitch. Not a badlooking one, I admit. She looks better then many younger woman today, but her personality is a mess, and she needs a lesson."
"Do you have the photographs I asked for?"
"Yes. She is not a blonde, as you asked in your ad."
He put some photographs on the table, and I browsed through them.
"I need some more Information. What is her name, her ge, her habits, where do I find here, does she live alone, any details you would like to happen, etc."