He's a museum curator with a fetish for perfection. No one's ever gotten close to him; how could they? They're never as perfect as the portraits, the sculptures, the art that never changes. Then one day, an assistant is hired on - a young, messy, disorganized assistant, whose hair and desk are in a constant state of disarray. The curator is going half mad with this walking embodiment of chaos; so why can't he stand the thought of firing her?
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