*At Buckland's*
"Painting of a gothic castle, artist unknown, circa 1920s, oil on canvas, 20 by 28. Miss Franklin, where did you say you got this?" Prue asks.
"I-I inherited it a few months ago, but it's been in my family for generations." Miss Franklin tells her.
"The composition is so unusual. And the artist used pure colors straight from the tube and then varnished each layer over and..." Prue tells her before Miss Franklin interrupts her.
"Uh, I'm sorry for interrupting. But do I really need to be here?" Miss Franklin asks.
"No, of course not. It's just that most people prefer to be at an appraisal, especially when they plan on selling the piece." Prue tells her as she walks over and sits down in her chair behind her desk.
"It's just, I'm kind of in a hurry." Miss Franklin tells her.
"Say no more. Just sign at the bottom and you're free to go." Prue tells her as she passes her a piece of paper.
"Thank you. So, how long do you think it will take to sell it?" Miss Franklin asks as she signs the papers.
"Well, I'll need to see ownership records before I can do anything." Prue tells her.
"I'll send you everything I have. So, is that all, then?" Miss Franklin asks.
"Uh, no. Since you definitely want to sell the piece, I'll need to confirm its authenticity, its physical condition, so if you'll just sign at the bottom, that will let us go ahead and X-ray the piece." Prue tells her as she passes her another paper.
"Done. Anything else?" Miss Franklin asks as she signs the paper and puts the cap on the pen.
"Uh, well, yes, Miss Franklin. I would really like the time to research this. That way I can get you the best price." Prue tells her.
"Look, I appreciate your professionalism I really do but I'm not interested in getting the best price. I just want you to sell that painting as soon as you can, all right? Good night, Miss Halliwell." Miss Franklin tells her and stands up and shakes Prue's hand.
"Good night." Prue tells her then looks over at the painting.
*With Phoebe*
"Piper, it was an accident. It's not like I borrowed Prue's car so I can drive it into a pole." Phoebe tells her on the phone as she walks into the elevator.
"How bad's the damage?" Piper asks.
"Not bad, but maybe expensive, which is why I need a favor." Phoebe tells her.
"If you're calling to borrow money, I don't have any." Piper tells her.
"No, it's not about money. It's just I don't want you to tell Prue. She's been so supportive, and I don't want to lose her trust again." Phoebe tells her as she walks out of the elevator.
"You mean, you haven't told her?" Piper asks.
"Well, not yet. But I-I have a plan." Phoebe tells her.
"Phoebe, you have to tell her. It's her car, and you don't have the money to fix it." Piper tells her.
"But I will have the money to fix it. I'm at this company called Web San Francisco. It's an interactive network on the internet, and I faxed them my resume this morning, and they want to meet with me tonight." Phoebe tells her.
"I've got to go, but Phoebe, I don't want to be in the middle of this, just tell her, okay?" Piper asks.
"If I don't get the job, I will tell her." Phoebe tells her and then hangs up the phone and puts it into her bag and sighs then walks around the room and sees it filled with a bunch of men and woman in suits and walks up to the desk with a woman sitting behind it.
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Damageable
FanfictionWhen the four sisters battles an old foe who attempts to render them powerless. Their foes are stronger. Their powers are growing. And the supernatural has even more unique ways of disrupting their drama-filled personal lives just when they seem to...
