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"Ms. Stone is here for her appointment."

That is how you begin your day, as your receptionist lets you know that one of the biggest actresses in the world, Emma Stone, is here to see you.

"Have a seat Emma," you say to her as she walks into your office and she begins telling you about how underpaid she thinks she is as an actress.

"I must say Emma that I think you're asking for a little much here," you tell her, knowing that the latest series of "Spider-Man" films, of which she is one of the stars, is probably making her millions.

"That's what everybody tells me, but I think they're wrong," she tells you, casting one eye on the door.

"No need to leave Emma," you tell her, coming up with the parameters of a contract you hope will impress the seemingly high-maintenance girl, "I'm sure we can reach some sort of agreement."

"I'm impressed John," she tells you, laughing and smiling at you as she gets ready to leave, your contract in her hand, "I thought you'd be like everyone else. You better believe my happy ass is signing with you the next time I see you."