The Painter:
Chapter 1:
Darien Ross sat at his desk looking through a stack of papers. Each of the pages had a name of an artist on them. After an hour of going through the papers and not finding what he was looking for, he sighed and picked up the stack of papers. The bottom page fell to the floor unnoticed.
Soon after he left the room his sister, Raye, came into the room to see if she could talk to him. When she didn't see him she turned to leave that's when the paper caught her eye. Raye bent down and picked the paper up. She read it to herself as she left the room and walked down the hall to her brother's room. She then knocked on the door. "What?" Darien asked when he saw his sister standing there.
"You dropped this." Raye told him as she handed him the paper.
Darien took the paper from Raye and read it. "Where did you find this?"
"On the floor in your den." She told him.
"This is wonderful. We may have a new client. Go and tell Beryl that we are leaving for San Francisco tomorrow. I have to make a few phone calls."
Raye snorted as he walked past her to the den. 'Like I want to tell that bitch anything. What possessed him to date her? Let alone as her to marry him.' Rei thought to herself as she walked down the stairs of the house to find Beryl.
When Raye finally found Beryl she was in the bathroom 'freshening up'. "Hey!" Raye called trying to get Beryl's attention.
"What do you want?" Beryl asked when she saw Raye standing there.
"I just wanted to tell you that before you go to bed you might want to pack a suitcase."
"Why?" Beryl asked, eyeing Raye.
"We're going to San Francisco tomorrow. You know, bissness trip." Raye told Beryl before she quickly ran out of the room so she would be out of hearing rage or go death by Beryl's scream.
AN: Well, this is my newest story. I've had this idea for quiet a few years and just now started to write it down. Anyway, please review.
Princess Cornelia