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I swing my hills over the tiles of my apartment and reach out for my ringing phone. I swipe the answer button across the screen and press the phone to my ear, ''Hi.'', ''Hi Bella, I waned to ask if you're already on your way?'' asked the all too familiar voice of my future boss Portia. ''I think my taxi just arrived.'' I tell her, ''Okay, see you there than.'' she says and we say our goodbye's. I take the keys of my apartment along with my purse and lock the door.
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''Where to Miss?'' he asks looking back, ''Protia Scott Gallery please.'' I say and he nods his head. Tonight was finally the night a new artist that Portia discovered has an Gallery opening. Portia was quiet famous not only in New York but places like Paris, Tokyo and Vienna. The artist name was Antonio and he moved from Spain to ''make it'' in the big apple. I on the other hand was ''the new girl'' in Protia's inner circle and didn't even get paid much money to work for her. If I did good at the art exhibition tonight I just might be officially be employed. My job was basically to ask people what they thought of the art work and try to sell it to them, which I loved since I love art. I loved it because there were so many different styles of art, just the use of color could tell a lot about an artist but what really got me into art, were the stories behind the picture. Everyone explained it to them self the way they saw it but once you heard the artist's story, you viewed the picture in a whole different light.
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''13 dollars and 20 cents ma'm. '' says the driver turning around to me. I gave him 15 dollars and opened the door, ''Keep the change,'' I said just before closing the door. I put the purses string across my shoulder.
I saw already a lot of people trough the glass doors as I pushed them open. The minute I stepped inside Portia came up to me, ''Darling, finally.'' she says kissing my cheek. ''We have a lot of important people here tonight. Walk with me.'' she says and I follow her one step behind.
''This is Mr. Walter, he's a very big fan of Antonio's art.'' she says and I shake his hand. ''Nice to meet you Mr. Walter.'' I say smiling at him. Mr. Walter was probably in his late 40's and by the look of it he seemed to have quiet a lot of money. He had a brunette younger girl hanging on his arm that looked like she was probably with him for his money. ''I'll be with Parker if you need me.'' she says and gives Mr. Walter a weak smile before leaving. ''What can I call you?'' he asks. ''Just call me Bella.'' I say. ''Okay Bella, which of these pictures would you suggest for me? I need one for my new house in Los Angeles.'' he says. ''Um- Personally I would suggest that one,'' I say pointing at the painting of a random city. We walk over to the painting and I look at it for a moment, ''I like it a lot because Mr. Antonio didn't paint the city.'' I say and Mr. Walter frowns his eye brows at me. ''The message was the sky. You can see it's not day and not night. It's in between. The sun is going down and the moon is coming up. Some people are going home and some people are going out. Mr. Antonio wanted us to realize how different everything is when the day is somewhere in between.''
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''Great job with Mr. Walter Bella. He offered 10,000 dollars for the painting of the city. He said you really opened his eyes for the painting.'' says Portia. ''Here'' she says taking two glasses of wine from the waiter and handing it to me. ''You should celebrate this night because you earned your self a job.'' she says toasting with me. ''Really?'' I ask again. ''Really.'' she repeats. ''Thank you Portia so much.'', ''Your welcome and you deserved it.''
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I stared at the painting of the plain white wall, sipping my 3 glass of wine. ''I don't get it.'' I hear next to me. I look to my side to see a tall guy with dark brown hair in a suit looking at the painting. I turn back to it, ''What don't you get?'' I ask taking another sip. ''Why this little girl in the painting would go out alone in the night, into a scary forest to feed a rabbit.'' he scoffs like it was the most ridiculous painting in the world. ''That's because you're looking at the whole picture and not the details.'' I say smirking. ''The little girl isn't really how we see her. Look at the background; it's dark and scary and the way she's holding her hand behind her back and feeding the rabbit with the other it probably looks like she has a knife behind her back to kill it. It's always the story behind the picture that matters which in this case is; people aren't always what we think they are.'' I say an take a sip of wine.
He turns to me and pulls his hand out of his pocket, ''I'm Calum.'' he says and I shake his hand, ''Bella.'', ''Nice to meet you Bella.'' he says. ''What's the name of the picture?'' he asks, I glance over at him and back to the painting, ''Dos caras chica.'' I say and smile. He raises an eyebrow at me and I laugh, ''It's called Two Faced Girl but in Spanish.'' I smile. ''You speak Spanish?'' he questions me. ''I little.'', ''Why?'' he asks. ''I kind of have to. I also know French.'' I tell him. ''Ow'' he wiggles his eyebrows at me, ''tu es très belle, Bella.'', ''Merci.'' I smile at him.
A/N: There's a part 2 coming soon of this and Project California. Vote and comment, LUV YOU GUYZ XXXXXX
