The Las Vegas Convention Center wasn't as big as you thought it'd be. It seemed...smaller than its reputation had demanded. Though, to your disappointment, most things in Vegas turned out to be smaller than its reputation. Your friend had practically forced you to join him on the trip down, then he got his ass too drunk to move, then too hungover to get out of bed. Typical. But you weren't going to let him ruin this weekend for you, even if he was too busy killing his liver.
You see the line to get badges as you walk into the building.
"That's a little excessive." You say, mostly to yourself. "But, I've got to get this out of the way eventually."
It takes a bit of time for you to reach the front of the line. The staff member at the desk smiles, takes your information, looks slightly puzzled at the result on the desk, then calls over to a man in a quite expensive suit. He walks over to the readout, then asks you to step out of the line and come with him.
"Is something wrong?" You ask.
"No, sir. We just need to talk in a more private place." The man replied, then smiled.
You follow him behind the booths, where you can talk without anyone overhearing.
"Well, sir, I would like to congratulate you." The man said.
"For what?" You ask.
"You have won a secret contest within the convention."
"I have?"
"Yes. This contest is a job for the weekend. We will pay you $450 per day to be a personal assistant to the talent here." The man says. "Are you interested?"
"What do you mean, personal assistant?"
"You would be responsible for fulfilling the needs of our female talent over the course of the weekend. It boils down to basic security and slight crowd control, nothing huge."
"Well." You say, "I'll do it."
The man smiles. "Excellent! All we need to do is get your cell phone number, and we will be good to go."
You hand over your phone number, and get ready for your day. Just as you get your badge and walk onto the convention hall, your phone rings.
"Hello?" You answer, not really sure about what to expect on the other end.
"Hi, are you the assistant this year?" A female voice asks.
"Yeah, I guess so. What do you need?" You reply.
"Come to booth 1055. I'll explain when you're here."