Let it Rain | Olivine | Book2 | WLW

Chapter 48 "G A L L E R Y"

The eerie of silence getting in its skin. A dead feeling is the opposite side of keeping living. In order to stay alive, it requires you to keep breathing. Staying alive is almost as if suffocating, but do we have a choice?

The silence and the sound ticking of an old grandfather clock place at the corner accompany each other. Old tales say misery loves company.

Olivine sat there on her office desk, looking at the painting on her screen. A few cups of coffee that all look already empty. The obsessive thoughts kept repeating a loop and a cycle in her mind. Thinking on the painting, her coat hanging at the corner. Plainly wearing a women's suspender with white long sleeves. 

Sitting there, looking at her cracked phone screen.

It may crack, but seeing you made me whole.

She whispered, closing her eyes, thinking on her. Wiped her both hands on her face to clear those series of thoughts tucking away her phone and placing it on a drawer.

As she continued working, meticulously zooming in on the screen, observing why the painting would be auctioned for that amount and a huge figure. Olivine starts observing which part and why. The quality of the scenery and the color of the palette are mixed. 

Suspecting maybe because of her sister, and she's a Ferguson, and the painting is produced by Ferguson, an artist likes to hide.

* * * 

Katarina arrived at the front door of the Collectors Gallery. With full of excitement and inspiration on her chest to go back to work again. This time is much different, a lighter feeling. The sweet smile she wears never leaves her lips. As soon as her feet reach the front door, opening the glass door automatically, the doorbell rings, and Franklyn looks straight at the door.

Katarina's eyes were greeted with this old handsome man, who witnessed the lives of the Fergusons, from their parents down to these lovely women. 

"Wow! It's good to see you, Miss Katarina!" Franklyn to his surprise. He immediately opened his arms to give her a hug, smiling seeing her. 

"Me too! Franklyn, it's so good to see you!" Katarina said, can't hide her excitement, tapping gently on his shoulder to comfort him when he started becoming emotional. 

"Anyways welcome back, Miss Katarina; people here missed you so much and few loyal customers," he smiled, wiping his tears. 

"Frank..."Katarina paused. 

"Is she here?" She asked immediately. 

"Yes, she's at her office," the old man answers quickly and nods with a smile back at her. 

* * *

Olivine is at her office desk, consumed by the beauty of the painting. Staring at the screen on her desk, Katarina sees her, and she stands outside smiling, standing there watching Olivine sit on her desk. Katarina's face lights up wearing a happy feeling; it makes her more glowing.

"Hi Oliv," she said, opening the door and letting herself in.

Olivine heard her name; she instantly stood up from her seats like she saw a ghost.
 
"Uh hi..." she stuttered.

"Uhm," she cleared her throat, looking at her. 

Katarina walked closer to her; she held her hand, tugging her towards the room where all vaults are placed for jewelry. Olivine didn't insist or question what she was doing, enthralled by her actions. Following to the room is not that complicated; Olivines feet cooperate as quickly as it can. 

Katarina hugged her, placing her hand on top of her shoulders. Olivine placed her hand on her back, pulling gently towards her. Putting a little pressure to get closer.