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Klaus woke up and came down the spiral staircase to the lounge area, rubbing his sleepy eyes. Putting the coffee on, he heard mumbling voices behind the partition.
"I really need to go now, Marcel. I am already late. And I have to meet my new art consultant."
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"I hate to let you go. I really missed you." Marcel kissed the blonde's cheek, looking at her sultry.
"I missed you, too. And if you want we can repeat this." Camille O'Connell said.
"I'd like that very much." the saxophonist said.
"I'll call you." Camille took her bag.
Putting his jeans on and white T-shirt, Marcel followed the woman out of the bedroom.
"Hey" Camille said somewhat startled to see Klaus sitting at the kitchen hub drinking his morning coffee, browsing through his phone.
"Hello" Klaus said back.
"This is my friend from New Orleans that I told you about. Klaus Mikaelson."
"Ah, right." Camille now remembered Marcel mentioning that he had a friend staying with him. The Gallerist now blurted "The painter."
"Yeah, that's me. The painter." Klaus said, a bit indignant as it sounded like he was just one of many who keep thinking he is something special.
"I'm Camille. Camille O'Connell - I am always looking for new rising stars in the art world. I'd love to see some of your work"
Completely unprepared, Klaus stood up and motioned to the woman to come up to the attic with him, but her phone rang and slipping it out of the bag, she apologetically shot a look at him, taking the call.
Klaus now shook his head as Camille went to the bedroom to have some privacy as it seemed that the call was important. He motioned to Marcel, asking what was this all about.
