Lana's going to handle Cecilia as a client, while Rachel seems to belong to someone named Mr. Smith

Tugging nervously at her dress's short hem Rachel followed Lana and Bert into an office, stopping short when she realized that there was a man inside smoking a cigar.

"Must you smoke one of those in here?" Lana complained, waving her hands as if she could push the smoke away from herself.

"Yes," the man said, then pointed to cigar to Rachel first. "Her. Take the other."

"What...?" she and Cecilia asked, staring at each other and then Lana, who smiled tightly.

"Come along, Cecilia, I loved your work. Mr. Smith here is an investor of ours. He owns some of our sister-agencies.

"But aren't we going to work together?" Cecilia asked, looking to her sister.

"Oh no, I'm afraid that wouldn't work. You see, with your sophistication and class you're much more suited for modelling... clothes. Rachel, well, she's better suited to... other things," Lana said with a strained smile. At last Cecilia allowed herself to be tugged out the door with one last nervous look back at Rachel.

"What other...?" Rachel heard her ask, but couldn't hear Lana's response. Whatever she said it couldn't have been bad as Cecilia's voice faded, sounding pleased.

"Uh, anything I can get you?" Bert asked, shifting nervously.

"Get my men Boris and Jimmy," Mister Smith said, his eyes roaming slowly along Rachel's body.

"What... What's going on?" Rachel asked as Bert closed the door behind him.