Then a thought struck.
“No, I am not a hooker,” I said.
Jane looked up. “That’s very nice to hear, although a hooker with a cello is definitely a new approach. You have some very interesting thoughts.”
We both laughed.
“It was very nice to meet you, Chris,” Jane said, holding out her hand. “I think this might work well.”
“Thank you.”
“Yes, Chris, Tim will be in touch with you,” Ron said.
Tim stood up. “I’ll call you.”
I smiled and shook hands with the men, then walked out of the office. 20
I spent all Monday morning sitting and smiling in a photographer’s studio having head shots taken.
I hadn’t had a solo picture taken since I was in high school, but this one was different. There was also a stylist there who rearranged my hair and redid my make-up after almost every shot. I changed clothes seven times, each one a little skimpier than the last.
At noon, I walked out of there with a headache and a DVD of the photos.