𝕺𝖚𝖗 𝕺𝖜𝖓 𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘

Volume II

The gallery was quiet today everyone was busy doing their own work, for her, she had to finalize the ordering packaging and shipping of the paintings that were sold that day. Despite the chaos that occurred, the exhibition did pretty well, the revenue the company generated was far more than the expenses the exhibition made and that is why she wasn't fired from her one and only source of income.

She was almost done revising through the list of paintings that were supposed to go out by today when Mrs.Dani requested for her presence in her office ... Mrs.Dani was a sweet woman, she has been with this gallery for 10 years, she was almost retiring but the entire event happened, and she stayed.

she always appreciated the hardworking and passionate girl, so pretty much everyone knew that who was going to be the next in line if she ever left ...

Making her way to the manager's office the foyer reminded her of that day once again. Him, it reminded her of him. Why couldn't she get him out of her head, the more she tried avoiding her thoughts about him the more deeply she questioned the ambience that surrounded the mysterious eyed person she encountered that day.

Reaching the manager's office she knocked on the door. When she heard a soft "come in" from the opposite direction, she took this as an invitation and went in, the women was occupied working on her laptop, typing away "You asked for me Mrs.Dani" she asserted closing the office door behind her. "Oh yes, actually I had a special request come in this morning regarding one of the painting's delivery" the reply came rather calmly.

"Hmhm what was the request" she inquired. "I was almost done with the shipping and packaging, was just reviewing the final products that needed to be delivered out today" the younger girl added.

Don't worry about that, someone else will finalize it for you, this particular buyer specially requested for you to hand-deliver the painting to them, I know it's a little weird, but she's one of our VIP clients and she bought the most expensive painting and I couldn't say no to her, so can you go and hand-deliver the painting to her."

"But why would someone precisely wants me to deliver it, don't you think it's a little too bizarre, is it even safe to go" the girl got anxious... I mean why her out of all the people in the gallery, why would someone ask for her...

Is it him? Will, he finally kills me now, seriously calling me all the way to his house just for killing, a disgusting move, I must say but Mrs.dani did say it was a her and not a him.
For all I know he could be disguising himself as a female, you never know what these type of individual are capable off, ugh seriously, her thoughts were taking wild twist and turns, this always happens she always comes up with worse case scenarios in her head and none of them actually proves to be real.

"Just do this one thing, our gallery can not afford to lose such a valuable client" Mrs.dani's voice snapped her out of her thinking, did she even have a choice at this point unwillingly she agreed. At this point, she was even a little curious to see this VIP client of ours, who has this kind of power, to order around.

Reaching to the address that was provided she got out and looked at the house, I get the valuable client part now the house was huge it was bigger than any other house she had ever seen.

Ringing the doorbell her heart thumped. Afraid that this was him, her killer, this is how she finally dies, yet a teeny tiny part of her wanted to see those eyes that had captivated her to the point of soundlessness, but the rest of her was contemplating to die tonight. The door opened, her heart halted, out came a woman, that looked like she was in her early 40s in her golden silk gown. The girl finally took a breath she didn't realize she was holding, she looked harmless, but why ask for a particular person to deliver you something unless she was a sleaze and wanted to rape me she hoped that wasn't the case.

The older women gawked at the young girl standing in front of her door to deliver the painting she'd asked for...

'Hello ma'am I am here to deliver the painting you bought" the girl stated all the worries leaving her, this woman looked harmless she was scared for no reason, I mean if she wanted to kidnap her or do something bad to her she would have done it by now, but it still doesn't make sense why would she ask particularly for me "should I ask her" the girl thought.

"Oh yes, you are here finally, thank you for winging by at my request I was waiting for you" she sounded like a creep to, can this situation get any weirder "Um, was there a particular reason you wanted to see me ma'am" questioning her, the girl was going crazy in her mind thinking about all the eerie possibilities this situation could lead to, she is outrageous this is all very creepy.

"Oh no I just had to see you, the girl who was so passionate about her work, that endangering her life wasn't that much of a big deal for her" yup she's definitely a freak, what is she talking about.. how did she know about that day what the hell!

"You know you are a brave little girl, to show up like this without knowing who you will come across, I admire that, I admire your bravery," the women said scanning the younger girl up and down.

"Um, can you just sign this ma'am and I'll be on my way" she needed to get out of here as soon as possible this woman is weird and a creep how the hell does she knows so much about her this is not right. Besides the fact that she felt someone watching her was not helping at all, the vibes this place was radiating was bad very bad.

"Sure thing" she signed the documents still ogling at the girl, a visible smirk lurking. As soon as the documents were handed to her she ran as fast as her legs could carry her.

Finally settling in her car, she took a deep breath. The board, the documents were placed on, felt sticky beneath her finger at a specific area.. why, she had no idea and she didn't care, she needed to get out of there.

Driving away and finally reaching her apartment, she felt safe now. What the hell just happened.. why did that woman knew an unhealthy amount of information about her, how was she aware of the actions she took that day, was someone actually watching her or was it all in her head... as far she knew this creepy VIP client ordered the painting online and wasn't there at the gallery. Too many questions were transpiring in her mind with the explanations to none of them and it was driving her insane.

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Who was she, her eyes, her eyes were warm, enticing, they shined in the daylight, there were all shades of brown in them, with a spark of gold that danced around, made them even more striking, the glistening effect her eyes held made me forget everything else, everything that mattered to me, everything I was supposed to do, but I saw something else in them, something other than the light and the warmth their was this darkness, the type of darkness that appears before the sun sets completely into its final destination, the light it's still there but it blends with the dark and forges a fascinating scenery. That dark part of her reminded me, of me, I saw a little of myself in those eyes.

The voice that endlessly invaded my mind faded away that day and I acted on my own for the first time, in forever. I am dreading meeting her, whatever she is capable of doing she's going to cross that line today because I have done the same, I have crossed the line that was never made for me to cross from the start, I drew the line and crossed it... All on my own.

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