![]() ![]() ![]() And you’ll be showing at New Voices in a couple of weeks!” “Completely.” She passes me a slim envelope with my name neatly typed on the label. “The guild reviewed all the applications. “You do?” I say, still thinking about the camera. Cole owns this building, and those cameras are there for a reason. It would only be reviewed in cases where an incident has occurred.” Don’t worry, no one has access to the feed. It’s for security purposes only-we’ve had issues with theft in the past. “That’s why you have twenty-four-hour access.” “Oh, Mara!” she says, “You’re here early.” Whereas I look like I spent the night riding around in the back of a garbage truck.Īlso, if she’s talked to Cole, there’s a good chance she’s going to give me my walking papers. I kind of wish she hadn’t caught sight of me, since she’s dressed in a stylish scarlet pantsuit, her hair freshly blown out and her lipstick immaculate. Sonia herself comes through the front doors as I’m leaving. She’s not wrong-the coffee is rich and perfectly prepared. I don’t know what his intentions are, but experience has taught me that when a man takes a special interest in me, it’s never fucking good.Īs I’m leaving, I stop at the cafe on the ground level, treating myself to one of the iced lattes Sonia promised were so good. He unnerves me, and I don’t fucking trust him. I’m paranoid that Cole Blackwell is watching me. Was I talking to myself? Scratching my ass? I feel suddenly self-conscious, replaying my spastic behavior all night long as I labored away on the painting. I frown, turning to face the blank black lens. I gather up my scattered belongings, pausing in front of the large mirror hung on the wall so I can tidy my paint-streaked bird’s nest of hair.Īs I’m doing so, I spot something in the reflection that I hadn’t noticed before: a camera mounted above the door, pointed into the studio. I wish I could keep working on it right now. This painting is coming alive in a way I’ve never experienced before. I worked all night long, and now I have a brunch shift to cover. Early in the morning, I finally rinse out my paintbrushes and wash my hands at the sparkling stainless-steel sink in the corner. ![]()
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