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 To call Dallas a 'shark' would be a compliment. This high powered agent is ruthless, relentless, and is ALWAYS at the top of his game. A frequent name-dropper, Dallas is well known throughout the industry, and his clients know that even though he may be tough to work with, there may be no better agent in the industry. .. But it didn't start out this way. Not to say this his beginnings were incredibly humble, either.
Two years ago, he was working his way up the ladder at Cornerstone Talent, an agency in the heart of New York City. The job was difficult seeing as how the bulk of his clientele were angry, hungry models and faux rappers even more starved for the spotlight. Once in a while there was the belligerent soap star, but that didn't excuse the fact that every deadbeat with a smidgen of talent believed they could've been a star.
``Call me Hellen Keller 'cause I'm a fucking miracle worker, Ivana. I have you walking the catwalk in Milan in eight hours if you -- I don't fucking care if you have a 'thing', you're walking that fucking runway in fucking Milan or else you're walking to the back of the line to get a bowl of two week old BORSCH in the impoverished hell-hole you come from, Поймите?!``
His low temperance for bullshit usually resulted in trouble with his boss, but it wouldn't be too long before he grew tired of the vapid landscape and escaped to find his own individuality.
Two years later and he had set up a boutique agency in L.A, taking several of his fellow agents with him. The agency, `The Sharper Image`, was bankrolled by his wife, Elizabeth `Betty` Gleason-Sloan, a pairing with a history far extending beyond the description in this compact biography.
But even with something slightly resembling wedded bliss, it still hasn't changed his cutthroat demeanor. ``Dallas, Aiden has a band concert tonight at the Liberty Knights game --`` Said the pretty, petite brunette that landed the position of his assistant just a month prior, ``Who's Aiden?`` ``Your .. son?`` ``Oh! Right, yeah. Fuck it. I have a meeting with Geronimo tonight at Frauleigh --`` ``Saif Chopra, he's not -that- type of Indian. Anyway, you're always open to reschedule since it's early, I would think you'd be proud of your son because he plays an instrument.`` ``He plays the flute in a school marching band, my son is parading around blowing a musical cock. Oh yeah, I'm -really- proud. I don't pay you to question me.`` ``One more, were you really serious about me bleaching my hair and going blonde? .. Why?`` ``My wife's a brunette, I'm afraid I might lose my glasses and accidentally fuck you.`` ``But you don't wear gla --`` ``Actually, go red, I know a redhead, they're sluttier than you'd think.``
Another year later and nothing's changed. Except his assistant.
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