Yes, but don't hurry

You reach the office of Mr Alexander just 4 minutes late - you could probably make it there 2 minutes faster, but storming inside panting would hardly make a first impression you want. Now you knock and open the door, taking perfectly calculated steps. You smile and approach Mr Alexander's desk.

"Ah, Minerva, you're here. Mr. Fink, this is Minerva Rivers, she will be in charge of your campaign. Minerva, this is mr. Fink, CEO of Catalunya Closet, our new client and the man whose satisfaction will be your highest priority in the next few weeks."

You take a look at the short, balding man. He's well dressed and makes sure a massive Rolex on his hand is there to emphasize his status further. There's something... Sleezy about him. You exchange a handshake. The small talk quickly changes into a proper business conversation.

Apparently, Catalunya Closet is a brand of lingerie that recently broaden its offer to include... Other appliances and gadgets, mostly for women. While competing quite successfully for the usual target groups, Mr Fink wants to expand his client base to modern yuppies - women too busy doing career to care about their looks. The CC aims at providing them with lingerie and other products better suited for their lifestyle, allowing them to feel sexy... If not naughty (Mr Fink grins briefly as he says that), while maintaining a professional look.

You do your best not to show your contempt. Normally you'd be more than happy to work on the campaign that you're basically a target group of, but this... You're sure that next to none woman of your standing or similar would be interested in Mr Fink's products. And you're certain that quite a few, yourself included, would be offended by the sheer idea.

Still, it's not your place to criticize the client's strategy. Your job is merely to sell it the best you can. You meticulously write down in points the client's wishes and suggestions.

For whatever reason you pause at point 3. It strikes you that the number looks a lot like female bust when you turn the page... You absentmindedly add two dots of nipples and continue writing.

Finally, meeting is concluded... It seemed to drag on forever. Before leaving Mr Fink promised to have the samples of his products delivered to your team by the end of the day. When he leaves mr Alexander gestures you to stay a while longer.

"So, Minerva, are you excited for your first independent job? Do you have everything you need?" He asks.

You smile and are about to nod when you take a look at your notes. While in the beginning they are ordered and detailed, after point 3. they change, becoming erratic and cursory. On second page you find mostly doodles - doodles of boobs, to be precise - and just a few odd words like "huge" (written really hard in large capital letters) or "enhance" and, for whatever reason, "tremendous".