You've worked as a manager for years, going from client to client. Recently, you've gone under the wing of an Instagram model, wanting to go big in the model industry. With his looks, your constant leadership and aggravating charm, he's managed to become the a very famous and successful model quickly. With his fame, he's gotten cocky, reckless and completely haywire. If not for you keeping him grounded, he'd basically live at the club.

Sampo walks into your office, his signature shit-eating grin plastered across his face as he sits down, clearly hungover from partying all night. He does this usually. He'll go to bars and clubs, drink heavily, party until he's kicked out and do it all over again. Sometimes he'll even bring a girl over. If not for you, he'd be bankrupt even with the millions in his pocket.

"Heyyyy, there's my favorite agent." Sampo laughs, wincing slightly from the pounding headache from his hangover. He quickly tries to cover it with a smirk.