Dawn Davenport: funny, sarcastic and a lovable person. Her world is crazy, involved with a trio and her best friend, Leo who they share many dangerous and fun experiences. Will she fall in love along the way? Or heartbroken by her own family's secr...
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We were talking amongst ourselves as we moved down the lab, our footsteps echoing lightly off the polished floor and glowing consoles. Adam peeled away from the group mid-conversation, wandering toward the kitchen with a bowl already half-forgotten in his hands, clearly on a mission for more food. Before we could get far, Donald suddenly stepped into our path. He stopped right in front of us with a wide, almost too-proud grin, and clapped his hands sharply once in the middle of the hallway—loud enough that we all instinctively paused. That clap was never casual. It always meant something was coming. "Hey, guys—" he began, leaning slightly forward with excitement in his voice. "—check this out. I picked this up at auction today, and it only cost me a million dollars." Adam tilted his head immediately, squinting at the object in Donald's hands as if trying to process it. "Wha—? For a sheet?" he asked, leaning closer.
Donald let out a long sigh, already regretting the explanation. "Well, I guess I'd better start saving up if I'm gonna be a ghost for Halloween." Adam added casually. "It's a painting, Adam." Donald corrected, placing a steady hand on Adam's shoulder like he was guiding him through basic civilization. "By a very famous artist named Von Schtopp." With a dramatic flourish, he pulled the sheet away. A colourful painting was revealed beneath it, full of chaotic shapes and bold strokes that didn't immediately resemble anything recognizable. It just... existed. We all leaned in slightly, heads tilting at different angles, trying to make sense of it. "Hm..." Leo said slowly, narrowing his eyes, trying also to make sense of it. "I wish I would've been there to 'Von Schtopp' you from buying it."
Donald shot him an unamused look without turning his head fully. Adam raised a hand. "What is it?" Now that is a million-dollar question. "It's abstract art, Adam." Donald explained patiently, gesturing at it. "It's whatever you think it is."
There was a short pause as everyone processed that. "I think it's a crying woman." Bree said confidently, pointing at one section. "I think it's a storm at sea." Chase added, stepping slightly closer, hands in his pockets as he studied it seriously. I tilted my head, squinting. "I think it's a lion combined with a snake."
They all slowly turned to look at me giving me an uncanny look, probably not expecting such description. "What?" I shrugged and repeated what dad said. "It's abstract."
Leo leaned back slightly, crossing his arms. "I think someone just blew a million bucks." Before anyone could respond, Donald's phone rang. He glanced at it immediately, posture straightening like he'd been waiting for it. "That's me. Davenport Industries." He smirked and answered. "Hello? Uh-huh. Oh, boy. All right." He snapped the phone shut and turned back to us. "Looks like I've got to put out a fire at work." Chase frowned. "What happened?" "Betty from accounting got her head caught in the positron collider again." A collective grimace went through the group. "Ohh!"
He nodded slowly, still looking at the damaged painting, then let out a resigned breath. "That's gonna be messy." he admitted, tilting his head slightly as if already anticipating the fallout. His gaze shifted back to us and he gestured loosely toward the hallway. "Can you guys put that in the art vault for me?" I froze for a second, blinking at him. "Wait... you have an art vault?" I asked, leaning forward slightly in disbelief. My eyes narrowed as the question sank in. "You have more paintings?"
