You only have one client, and his name is Adolf Hitler. Its a total coincidence, but you're having a heck of a time finding him work.
You work for a small commercial agency and represent a handful of clients, but they don't book very often. That's okay though—you're on the way up. Or so you tell yourself.
Your agency handles both commercial and theatrical, and you've been at this long enough that you have a pretty nice book of talent by now. One of them is even the new spokesperson for Ruffles. Well if that ain't everything you ever dreamed of and a bag of chips.
You are the senior agent at a well-respected agency in the heart of Hollywood. Several of the actors you represent are name talent, and you receive thousands of headshots a day from wide-eyed hopefuls. You get to stomp on much of that hope. Life is good.
You have reached the pinnacle—the top agent in the world. All your clients are biggies. You don't even have to schmooze anymore. You kind of miss it, though.