"God damn it, James! Find out where those caterers are! The art opening starts in less than 2 hours and no food is prepped." The gallery owner commanded in frustration "And find out where that last sculpture is!"
"Right away." The assistant did as his boss commanded while she headed back to her office.
Bette Porter was amazed at the incompetency of people nowadays. No one knows how to run a damn catering business in this fucking town. This sculpture was supposed to arrive 4 hours ago, and I'm still waiting. She let out a frustrated sigh as she sunk into her office chair, covering her face with her arm. She pulled open a drawer, rummaging through for ibuprofen to battle the oncoming headache she felt. Shit, where is the fucking thing?! The gallery owner was not having a hectic day, that seemed was straight from hell. The arrangements were ready for the most part, but what's an art opening without food and wine?A fucking joke. When she figured that the ibuprofen was misplaced, she slammed her drawer shut and rested her head in her hands, trying to calm herself down.
"James! Update me!" she yelled so her assistant could hear her from the other room
James came through the door, reading off a little notepad. "Okay...the caterers should be here within 30 minutes. They're just caught in some traffic. The sculpture just arrived, our workers are installing it now so it should be ready within 45 minutes…anything else?" He asked, knowing that there was always something else Bette wanted.
"Fetch me some ibuprofen, it feels like someone is sawing into my head here. Also, put these caterers on the blacklist. We're not hiring them next time. Everyone knows that LA is the capital of traffic jams from hell, it's not an excuse for their incompetence."
"Yes, ma'am" James scribbled in the notepad, then rushed out to return with two pills and a glass of water.
"Thank you, James. " She took both in her hands and set them on her desk. "Lock my door on the way out."
James left the room immediately, doing as she asked. Bette just stared up at the ceiling. This day has already turned to fucking shit. I'm not even close to being ready, and my plate is full. She peeled off her cardigan and hung it on her seat. Sighing once more.
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"C'mon babe, are you ready yet? I wanna get to the gallery early before the good pieces get snatched." the man addressed the blonde as he casually waltzed into the bathroom.
"Yeah, I'm just finishing up, give me a sec." the striking woman replied as she dabbed her lipstick and checked herself in the bathroom mirror.
She stepped back and double checked herself. She was wearing a very simple tight black dress that hugged her in all the right places. She accessorized with the big silver necklace given as a present for her birthday and earrings that dangled like a silver chandelier. She had curled her hair for the event and gave herself just a slight smoky eye with a nude lip color.
Going to an art show wasn't anything new. This was the 5th show she went to with her boyfriend Eric. However, this showing was held with a little more prestige, since it was being held at the Bette Porter gallery in L.A. The gallery owner had quite the reputation. Bette Porter was known among the art world as the brilliant, hard-nosed, yet striking gallery owner with a taste for the greatest artists.
Tina swerved towards her date. Her boyfriend was a handsome man with bright blue eyes and swept back dirty blond hair. He had curvy lips and a very strong cleft chin. He was an entertainment lawyer, so his entire wardrobe was complied of nothing more than business suits and collared shirts. He sported a bright blue collared shirt, golden tie, and navy blue suit. He scanned her up and down with his baby blue eyes and a slight smirk on his newly shaven face.
"Damn, Tina, now I'm starting to think we should just stay in and fool around some." he stated, clearly taken by her beauty.
"Oh please, I didn't even do much. Simplicity is key. Besides, I'm pretty sure that you're going to be upset if we don't go and you find out some really good pieces were sold while we stayed in." Tina answered back, smiling at the compliment.
"Right." Eric realized the truth behind her sentence. "Maybe we can just fool around afterward." he winked and he led Tina out of the bathroom and then high rise arise apartment decorated with very rare and collectible pieces of art throughout the centuries.
He opened the front door and motioned Tina to walk first with his hand.
"After you, beautiful." he chuckled as he held the door.
