Pretty Ain't A Job {Ryan Ross}

"A woman as pretty as you? Not to be rude but, you should have a man providing for you." I scofed, looking down at my note pad then back up at the man across from me. "Mr. Ross. I asure you, I could have a husband if I wanted one. However, I'm a woman of the times and these days, oh, how did your song go? Pretty ain't a job. Back to the interview?" He smirked, knowing he'd been defeated,"Sure Ms. Mercer."