Conjugations.

Madam Curator

Regina smiled, reminiscing on her morning with David. She was lost in the nostalgia of the feeling she had when she was with him. She slipped back to reality, and reached into her bag to grab the keys to unlock the door of the Museum. She had a meeting with a new Client at 10am, and it was nearly 9:30am already. Realizing the time, she hastily quickened her search, and in doing so, spilled the coffee in her other hand, all over her freshly pressed dress. "Fuck!" The coffee was hot against her skin, and then instantly cooled by the air. A shiver went down her spine, as she leaned down to pick up the cup. When she rose back up, she heard a Woman's voice behind her. "Madam Curator." Regina turned to see the Client she was supposed to be meeting with standing there. She let out an exasperated sigh, "Maleficent James. Lovely to meet you. I do wish it wasn't with a Soy Flat White down the front of me." Maleficent laughed, and handed Regina her pocket square. Regina accepted, almost apologetically. "First impressions." Regina said. Maleficent just chuckled and entered the Museum behind her.
Regina walked Maleficent to her office, and offered her a seat, as she used the pocket square to dab the coffee from her dress. "This isn't the way I intended this morning to begin. I apologize for the unprofessionalism, but as you can see, I'm running behind, and clearly not on my game today." Maleficent smiled empathetically. "Please don't apologize, Miss. Mills. I'm sure I didn't help things by showing up early, and at the worst possible moment. That's a terrible habit of mine, actually." Regina mused, and smiled at the Woman before her. Realizing how beautiful she actually was. "I'm sure that isn't true. I'm sure your presence is welcomed." Mal smiled sheepishly, and thanked her for her compliment. Regina sat down behind her ask, and said with a gleam in her eye, "Let's begin, shall we?"
Maleficent showed Regina her Portfolio. Regina did her fair share of research before she agreed to the interview with the Woman before her. She knew she was talented, she just didn't know exactly how talented she was. "Your work is impeccable. You have such a range in your work. A plethora of thoughts, feelings, stories, and life reflected in them. I'm truly touched. Why is it exactly, you chose this establishment for your next preview?" Regina asked, as she crossed her legs, and sat back in her chair. She was searching the Woman's face for her answer. Regina was very good at reading people. She took their words for face value, but didn't really feel as though they were concrete, unless their body language matched them perfectly. She had always been a firm believer in the power of eye contact. She believed it to be the most powerful and intimate form of communication one could have with another.
"I must admit, I don't really know." Maleficent shifted in her chair, subconsciously matching the body language of the Woman before her. "I suddenly feel drawn to it in a way I haven't before. The architecture is beautiful, the work is always impeccable, but lately, I have felt as though I had to be here. For some reason, I believe my work is meant to be seen here." Regina nodded her head, taking in all she had to say. Maleficent saw this, and continued, "I don't believe in coincidence. I've walked by this place each day, for years, and I've never felt this way. Perhaps it is because I feel that my work is good enough now. Or that I have enough of it. I'm honestly unsure. It just feels like the next step." Regina smiled, and leaned into the desk, studying Maleficent's eyes. They were icy blue. Entrancing. They looked as though they had seen a thousand lifetimes. They were full of emotion. Some beautiful, some sad. Regina knew this Woman had seen a lot, and felt that she was genuine in her answer. "Mrs. James, Chateau De Mar would be pleased to have you, as not only our next exhibition, but the star of the show." Maleficent smiled a smile that seemed to creep the length of her entire body. She leaned forward, taking Regina's hand in her own, eyes full of emotion. "Thank you, Madam Curator. Thank you so much. I can't tell you what this means to me." Regina could see she was choking back tears. Her voice breaking slightly as she spoke. "It's our pleasure, and please call me Regina." Maleficent smiled, and released her hand. "Thank you, Regina."