The next day at work, strong selling continues to drive the prices lower. This time however, it was finally prime to be greedy. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?", I beamed at John.
"I'm way past the thinking stage, ready to smash the buy button", he replied, returning a huge grin of his own.
"Alright boys, shopping spree time", I exclaimed ecstatically, clapping my hands together. The past few days have been painful doing nothing. Now it's the moment to recuperate all our lost profits.
There wasn't enough time for me to head back during lunch for the appointment with Anika, the art curator. Instead, I got Frank's assistance to show her the paintings. Everything went smoothly and to my pleasant surprise, Anika gave the approval.
"I like it. It has a unique standalone style. Even though it isn't exactly fine art level, that can be overlooked by the emotions captured on the canvas. Expressionism art has a way of enrapturing the audiences imaginations of the artist's thought process", comments Anika over the phone.
An art consignment agreement was emailed to me and I forwarded it to my lawyer to run through it. Once the greenlight was given, I signed and emailed it back to Anika. She chose one piece, my favorite one, to make it's foray into the art world.
Work was productive today, we had tons of catching up to do, post the 3 consecutive days of massive sell off. Frank picks me up from work and asks if he could take a leave of abscence for two days as his wife is going into labour. I wished him all the best and told him to take all the time he needs.
I dragged myself to begin packing for Dubai. Halfway through, Anika calls asking for an estimated time of arrival for the art piece chosen for the auction show.
My mind went blank, unable to recall any instructions to do so. Apparently, she has sent a message to deliver it before the gallery closes at 7pm today. Shoot. She was right, I was too caught up in the buying frenzy to notice.
"I'm sorry, I'll send it over shortly", I replied hanging up the phone. Then I realised I have a problem, the painting isn't going to fit well in my 2 seater and I didn't have bubble wrap to protect it.
My phone rings again, probably Anika, since time was running short as it was already 6.30pm.
"Yes, I'm coming in a few minutes", I answered hurriedly.
"I must be pretty good to make you come through a phone call", chuckles Nate.
"Ah, it's you. I don't have time for this now. What do you want? ".
"You didn't return my call. Empowering, isn't it? Having me to submit to you first", he drawls over the phone, "What are you doing?".
"Battling a time crisis", I replied flatly.
"You sound like you've got your panties twisted in a knot. I can help you remove them", he says in a suggestive tone.
"Hold on a second. You are right, you can help me".
"Mmm, Are you wearing your lace thongs?", he answers deviously.
"I'm not talking dirty, idiot. Where are you now and what are you doing?", I asked urgently.
"I'm near your house and thinking about tearing off your panties".
"Great. I mean, the near my house part. Are you in your limo today? ", I asked impatiently, glancing at the ticking clock.
"Yes, if you like we can do it in the backseat. Not our first time", he says lustfully.
"I need you to grab tons of bubble wrap and foam to my house. Like, immediately", I instructed.
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Romance[COMPLETE - 82,300 words] A smart career driven woman isn't necessarily as wise in love. Brooke Morgan, a successful senior hedge fund manager learnt her lesson the hard way. Cold, jaded and void of emotions, she's coined as the Ice Queen of Wall St...
