The Muse Of The Artist - Clexa Modern Day

Chapter 1: The Muse finds the Artist

Lexa's P.O.V

I walk out of the building holding a suitcase holding my laptop inside. Wearing black dress pants, a white collar shirt with three of the buttons open forming a V shape, and a black dress coat flowing with the wind as I walk down the stairs. I have the phone press tightly to my ear because the sound of the cars prevents me from hearing clearly to the person I am talking to.

"Explain to them that I will schedule a meeting so we can negotiate the deal. For now they have to be patient." I say to one of my assistants. "Yes Miss Woods I'll be right on it." She says back and then I hang up the phone.

Another company wants to buy one of our new creations but I'm still hesitant. They are willing to pay a lot of money but I'm not sure.

A throb hits my head. I'm so stressed. So I let thoughts of business issues fade away. I am just going to go home and rest. I enter into the back seat of my black Cadillac CTS-V. I close the door and sigh, finally it's quiet.

"Good evening Miss Woods." Lincoln, my chauffeur, tells me.

"Good Evening." I reply back.

"Where would you like me to drive you today?" He asks me.

"My house please." I reply.

He nods, "okay."

After a while of driving Lincoln breaks the silence. "Stressful day today?" He asks.

"You have no idea. First I have to deal with another company, they want to buy a new product that we've made but I'm just not sure about it. Also, I have to find an artist by Tuesday. I procrastinated in that because I thought one of my assistants were going to handle it but apparently they did not." I explain to him.

"Artist? I have a friend, she's my girlfriend's best friend, she's an artist." He tells me.

"Oh. Is she good?" I ask. I'm not thinking of considering this but talking about it interest me.

"She's amazing. Her name is Clark Griffin. Here let me show you some of her work." He says.

He grabs his phone and looks up some of her photos. He hands me his phone. I look at her art. It's amazing. I frown as I'm being drawn into her art. Then I stumble upon a picture of two woman. One of them brunette the other blonde.

In a matter of seconds I'm amazed by the blonds beauty. Wow....

"Is she the blonde?" I ask.

"Yes." He replies.

I hand him back his phone and say, "Give her my number and tell her to give me a call if she is interested in the job."

"She will be interested." He says.

"Great." I say. I look out the window. All I think about is the blonde. Hoping that I can meet her in person.

Clark's P.O.V

I'm sitting on the couch, watching t.v, and eating a pizza. My phone rings. It's Lincoln. "Hey what's up?" I say when I answered.

"I got you a gig that's what's up." He tells me.

"What?" I say confused.

"My boss, Lexa Woods, CFO of Trikru Industries. She's like one of the most powerful people in business. You know who I'm talking aboug? You have to know who she is." He says.

"Yes, I think I know." I reply.

"Okay well she wants you to be the artist to draw a portrait of her. If your interested she said to give her a call." He says.

"Of coarse I'm interested!" I say excited. I get up from the couch. This is huge. A big time person wants me to draw them. That will help me get more recondition. And the money! The amount I'll get. I think it's a lot, I hope it's a lot.

"I'll text you her number." He says.

"Great." I reply.

"Now do you approve or me dating your best friend?" He jokes.

"Shut up." I reply.

"Alright see you." He says.

"Later." I hang up the phone.

I can't believe this is happening. I'm so thrilled. I grab my laptop and decide to Google pictures of her to get to know how she looks.

I know who she is. I remember about two years ago she was major news. Not only becoming one of the youngest most powerful businesswoman but also the plane crash she was in, involving the death of her girlfriend. A tragic loss of a loved one we can relate to. I grab my phone trying to think of something else.

I close my laptop. I receive the text message and dial the number.

"Hello?" A tender voice says on the other line.

"Hello, is this Lexa Woods?" I ask.

"Yes. Is this Clark Griffin, the artist?" She asks.

"Yes." I reply.

"Great. So it seems your interested in the job. Message me your email so I can give it to my assistant. Then and there you will be given the rest of the details such as time, when, and where." She says.

"Okay." I reply.

"I'll see you then." She says and then hangs up. I try to hold in my excitement. I take a deep breath and just take it in.

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