On a 7-9, you find her in a public place.

Hillary shows you the ropes of the job. How to schedule appointments, how to book a studio for a shoot, how to forward contracts on to the models. So far it's been a lot less looking at sexy girls and a lot more looking at the computer screen. She leaves you working through a spreadsheet of contracts and uploading them to the database. Eventually a glance at the clock confirms the rumbling in your stomach. It's time for lunch.

You head to the break room and see pretty much exactly what you'd expected. Bustling 20 somethings having shitty conversations while they wait for the microwave to spit out their ready to eat garbage. Hillary is standing at the fridge with a concerned look on her face. "Shit. I forgot to bring lunch again," she says to no one in particular.

You walk up behind her and put your hand on her lower back, startling her a little at your touch. You lean in to whisper in her ear, "Since you don't have your lunch, come with me to a place around the corner and we'll make you a meal replacement. I promise that it'll fill you up completely."