Still not interested.

You step back far enough she loses her grip on you, before again shaking your head.

"I'm sorry," you tell her, "but it's not a job I want!"

She scoffs.

"You say that pretty convincingly!" she says, placing each of her hands on her hips as she glares angrily at you.

"That's because it's true!" you tell her.

She shakes head briefly now. Then, she asks,

"What's the problem?!"

"Well," you reply honestly. "For starters, that would lessen the chances I have to work with Michelle again."

You look to see how she reacted to this comment, but are unable to find her right away.

"Also," you continue, "I can't trust what you're saying. When I'm taking pictures of you on a red carpet, how do I know you're looking at me, and not one of the millions of people behind me?! Not to mention that any picture I take will quickly become available for all of those millions to see!"

She sighs.

"Fine then, John!" she says, walking closer to you again. "What will it take for you to work for me?!"

"I...," you tell her quietly, pausing every few words. "Will take your pictures... If I can also have you alone... On OUR carpet."