Bill's clients are nigh-universally obscenely wealthy. They're superhuman, they can fly or teleport or juggle tanks or sense your innermost thoughts. They're universally in demand, but it would be an obscene waste of their collective talent to expect them to be businessfolk as well.
Some of them want a personal touch. Some of them refuse to deal with anything other than the Owner of the Company. Some of them are willing to pay obscene amounts of money to just Make A Problem Go Away, Please.
And that's where Bill comes in. Today, Bill's task is to find someone who's willing to accept six figures to snuggle up to his client for six to ten hours per day.
Dear Summer,
I hope this email finds you well. Based on your backlash profile, I suspect you're compatible with one of my clients. Would you be willing to attend a brief meeting at the Montpelier Recuperative Care And Rehabilitation Facility? We keep standard business hours on Wednesday through Thursday, but I have no doubt that your schedule can be accommodated.
The rest of this email is Official Paperwork - neither of the espers involved have any obligations other than to show up and test for compatibility, and the travel and expenses are paid out of pocket by Moore, Lotte and Lowed.