"I'm sure I can," he said softly, his mind occupied by her cleavage and the possibilities.
"So, uh, I know this is short notice and all, but..." she bit her lip, looking up as she signed another unread section of legalese, "Could I maybe get an advance?"
"An advance?" he frowned.
"Uh, or, you know, maybe you have something available?" She asked. His steady gaze was somehow disconcerting, unlike the looks she was used to getting. Unsure how to react she prattled on. "It's just, you see, I just moved here and I don't know anyone and I was lucky enough to get an apartment down by the men's shelter, but I have barely any money, not even enough to have paid my rent so I'm afraid my landlord won't let me stay long..." she paused to breath, looking hopefully at Lionel.
The agent nodded calmly, though in his mind he was contemplating ways the Jeurgens might repay the Goldsteens for what they had taken. With inflation and interest, of course. His family may not have become bankers, but he'd survived in the film industry this long by managing his assets astutely.
"Actually, I'm afraid there's an agent's fee of two-hundred dollars."
"Two...!" Bria's voice choked on the rest. She had barely that amount on her. "I can't afford..." |