More of everyone's least favorite character in my book, just because she's so ridiculously rude:
“Well, we’ve got some great news,” she says it like it’s sarcasm, or an inside joke, as her navy blue sleeve rustles back and forth across stacks and stacks of printer paper.
“Another museum wants you to make an exhibit for them,” she oozes drily, looking up at me now.
It takes me a minute to register that that really is good news.
“Oh- y-you’re serious? What museum, where?”
“The Arthur Rose Museum of Contemporary Art,” it’s almost a sigh or a yawn, but she stifles it, fixing her glasses as she examines her notes. “It’s not very popular but, you are just starting out, so I suppose we’ll have to take whatever offers you get.”
I just bite my tongue.
“We also have some messages here that Mrs. Xochitl forwarded at some unholy hour last night. There’s a Journal, “Still Life,” looking to do an interview with you and one of their weird photoshoots. They like recreating paintings as photographs and seem to be under the impression that all artists are conceited little hens who care more about having their faces on magazine covers than the art itself. But I can just let them know if modeling’s not your thing…”
It’s a trap.
But I don’t care. Before I can even stop my tongue I find myself saying-
“I’ve actually done modeling before, for quite a prestigious photographer.”
I don’t even like it but-
“I’m fine on camera. Which picture did they want to recreate, and when?”
That same look on her face -
But this time, there’s a hint of someone else.
Like she didn’t want me to say yes, but she was ‘so certain’ that I would.
