It couldn't have gone better

"Ms. Beadle is here to see you," your receptionist tells you, and even though you're still not sure about this whole expanding your services to sports thing, you are looking forward to this meeting.

That's because you have had a crush on Michelle Beadle for awhile, and as you buzz her into your office in her little blue shirt and short white skirt, with a jacket to match, you're very much looking forward to this.

"Pleasure to meet you Michelle," you tell her as you offer her your hand, Michelle smiling at you warmly as she sits down on your black leather sofa.

"As I'm sure you're aware of John, it's been a rough last year for me," she tells you, regaling you with her journey back to ESPN, "and I need an agent I can count on if things get rough again."

"I'm sure we can work something out," you tell her as the two of you shoot the shit for a little while longer as you try and avert your eyes from staring at Michelle's perfect legs long enough to get to work.

"That's what I'm counting on," she tells you, letting her stare linger on you a little more than it should at what is strictly a business meeting.

"I'm sure you'll find this contract to be up to your standards," you tell her as you present her with a document, and tell her to set up another meeting with you to finalize everything.

"I'm sure it is," she tells you, winking at you as she leaves your office, "see you soon John."