Love Overcast // (ManxMan)

=Chapter 22=

A/N: I'm a rare specimen of human who digs older men. You're welcome.

[Leonardo]

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Talk

/tɔːk/ verb.

Speak in order to give information or express ideas or feelings; converse or communicate by spoken words.

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This is going to be a long day...

First off is an interview with a family friend of Sebastien's. I swear to everything that is good, him and Aaron combined seem to know every single person that is suitable for every occupation in the world. It makes me question how they even socialize this much and how their phone has enough storage for all those contacts.

The preparation for this gallery show is so much more taxing than I remember it to be. Then again, this time I don't have a team to back me up and it's just Seb and I.

Needless to say, my bad mood is very affected from the one sided conversation that happened on the night of Skylar's incident. Seb and I had a minor spat, he did nothing wrong, it was and still is, just my own conscience second guessing the decision to try things with him.

It's selfish and childish to say, but I want a lover all to myself, and that is virtually impossible at this age. Sebastien has a whole entourage of people to look after and he has just met me, I am no one to be placed at top priority even if we share a lot of common experiences.

The moment Knightingale comes into view, I smile. This place is such a safe haven for me. Still second to my studio but I need an excuse to get out more and this is the best attempt I can think of at the moment. Plus, important business is going down here, I need to look for a person to manage the security of my event in Sydney.

I have spoken to the gallery owner and they are more than happy to be the venue as long as I manage the auction on my own since they don't have the necessary personnel required for that. I have yet to speak to Aaron about this, but I want the proceedings from the auction to contribute to the cause he has set up just this February. It would be a trustworthy fund that I sincerely believe in.

Speaking of Aaron, he has referred me to a friend of his that got out of the US marines only half a year ago and is in need of a job. I tagged along some weeks ago to go have a drink with the guy and he shows a lot of promise.

From what I gauge, Jameson is quiet and observant, most of all I like his earnest smile when he mentions his dream to be a farmer. It's a farfetched dream in his mind, but I believe that anything can happen as long as he gives it enough heart.

The conversation at the bar that night fluctuates between random things and this gallery show that I am planning. I hadn't thought much of it since I was there for fun but a few ideas were planted in my head and meeting Jameson for this job is one of them.

Obviously, he wouldn't be the only person that is going to handle the security, nor will I give him the responsibility to guard any sort of important possession of mine. I just need him to be around for when things get hectic and I can't leave my side to fetch Brason or one of the owners. So perhaps he would be a personal assistant.

"Good afternoon." Jameson says as soon as I show myself from behind the bookshelves, he wears a simple hoodie with asymmetrical drawstrings and a pair of glasses that look too old to be tailored to his eyesight, his hand is holding a book about livestock. Just simple things like that shows the devotion to his passion.

"I'm sorry for keeping you waiting." I apologise while sitting down across from him. Immediately Jameson closes his book and sets it aside, then pulls out what looks like a document in an A4 envelope and notepad. Never will I look at this man the same way ever again, he's got that 'don't really give a fuck' vibe, but judging from his preparation he's very serious about this.