"Now look, Charlie, if they start talking 'exclusivity,' put 'em off, but for God's sake don't sign anything without calling the office," the short middle-aged blonde woman whispered in a husky voice to Charlie. He crossed his legs carefully so as to protect his crease and picked up a copy of U.S. News & World Report from the blond-oak coffee table in front of him. The woman arose from the leather-covered couch and walked over to the elevator doors. She casually glanced at the ten or twelve young men seated around the room, greeted a couple of them in an off-hand way, and departed on the first down car...