beachbirdguy
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Name: Scott Bradley
Age: late 30's
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 180 lbs.
Hair: brown
Eyes: blue
Body: above average, not athletic but in good shape
Profession: Entrepreneur
Scott was not a genius. But he was smart enough and lucky. That was how he got to be so filthy rich at such a young age. He had had one particularly good idea which had taken off during the technology boom of the 90’s and was so successful that his little startup was bought out by software giant MicroSquash. The millions he had received were put into investments that kept earning more millions so he really didn’t have to work any more, he could just play around with ideas. If he came up with something good, fine, if not, it didn’t really matter.
He was at home sitting in what he called the 'control room'. It was filled with computers and monitors and most every kind of the latest technology you could think of. He saw the car pulling up in front of the house on one of the closed circuit screens that monitored every room and part of his property. Ah, that must be the young lady who called in reply to his ad, he thought. He was looking for a housekeeper to clean and cook, but he expected much more than that of course. That's why he had specified she had to be young and exceptionally good looking. He was rich, he could afford to buy whatever he wanted.
The screen was too small to be able to see her real well, but it looked like she might meet his requirements. He got up and went down to answer the door.
Age: late 30's
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 180 lbs.
Hair: brown
Eyes: blue
Body: above average, not athletic but in good shape
Profession: Entrepreneur
Scott was not a genius. But he was smart enough and lucky. That was how he got to be so filthy rich at such a young age. He had had one particularly good idea which had taken off during the technology boom of the 90’s and was so successful that his little startup was bought out by software giant MicroSquash. The millions he had received were put into investments that kept earning more millions so he really didn’t have to work any more, he could just play around with ideas. If he came up with something good, fine, if not, it didn’t really matter.
He was at home sitting in what he called the 'control room'. It was filled with computers and monitors and most every kind of the latest technology you could think of. He saw the car pulling up in front of the house on one of the closed circuit screens that monitored every room and part of his property. Ah, that must be the young lady who called in reply to his ad, he thought. He was looking for a housekeeper to clean and cook, but he expected much more than that of course. That's why he had specified she had to be young and exceptionally good looking. He was rich, he could afford to buy whatever he wanted.
The screen was too small to be able to see her real well, but it looked like she might meet his requirements. He got up and went down to answer the door.
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