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"She's doomed," Cammie said to Liz as they walked down the hallway of the corporate office. "I mean c'mon! You meet a guy in first class you date him, not marry him!"
"She's so lucky. Just imagine…working in a place where they sort men into classes," Liz said dreamily as Cammie shot her a glare, "I'm just saying."
"It's just, my baby sister is about to make the biggest mistake of her life and there's nothing I can do about it," Cammie complained.
"She got swept away. It happens," Liz shrugged.
"Not to me," Cammie said stopping to sign something.
"That's because you won't let it," Liz pointed out, "On the rare occasion that when you actually do meet somebody you doom it to failure by holding them to that stupid three week rule."
"It's not stupid, it's effective," Cammie said, "People waste years on relationships that aren't going anywhere. So I give it a deadline."
"It's an expiration date," Liz pointed out, "It's like dating cottage cheese."
"It's helped me prioritize my life. Rather than waste my time on chasing fairy tales, I'm focusing on my work. And you know what?" Cammie said as they stopped in front of the conference room, "I've never been happier." She throws open the door and her boss Patricia is glaring at her.
"Yeah, you must be ecstatic," Liz whispered as she walked away.
Cammie walked into the room and took her seat giving her boss a sheepish smile.
"Apparently we can begin now," Patricia said directing her comment at Cammie as she opened her folder, "Soon we will be hosting the most important event of the year…the Board of Trustees Annual Circle of Gold. As you all know, the Gallagher Museum succeeds or fails based on the contributions of our chief benefactors. They'll be expecting nothing less than the absolute best that the Gallagher has to offer. Carol?" Patricia turned her attention to a bird-like woman in the right corner of the room.
"I am pleased to announce that I have been successful in my pursuit of the complete earthwork photographs of Robert Smithson," Carol announced, "I expect to have the last two by this Friday.
"Excellent Carol," Patricia said turning her attention elsewhere, "Rodger?"
"I have acquired Vita Acconi's Tele-Furni System," Rodger announced in his snobby, nasally voice, "It will invite our guests to interact with the film by choosing viewing positions from a menu of architectural options."
"Intriguing. Rene?" Patricia said turning her attention to the woman next to her.
"I am securing the entire Maiastra Sculptures of Constantine Brancusi," Rene said in a really bad fake French accent, "As you all know, MOMA failed to get the Brancusi estate's cooperation for such a show last year. I did not."
"Magnifique Rene. As always," Patricia said and then turned to face Cammie, a creepy smile plastered on her face, "And what about you, Cammie?"
"Well, it's been said that Picasso changed his lover's style. This will be the first exhibit dedicated to Picasso's inspiration, the Art of the Muse," Cammie finished.
"They've seen our Picasso," Patricia said, "The Women with the Yellow Hair is part of our permanent collection."
"I've already secured seven of the Vollard Suite etchings, on loan from the Picasso Museum in Paris," Cammie said, "Together I think they will be…"
"Repetitive and familiar," Patricia interrupted with a raised eyebrow.
"Provocative. And Beautiful," Cammie finished.
"Have you made arrangements to insure and travel the pieces?" Patricia asked.
"Of course," Cammie nodded, "I didn't want anything to get delayed in customs."
"So barring our delving even deeper into our already depleted funds, we're stuck with the exhibit?" Patricia asked bitterly.
"Yes. I mean no. I mean…" Cammie started.
"Then I suppose we'll have to do the best we can with what you've done," Patricia interrupted, "I want progress reports every day."
"Don't worry. I'll be checking in constantly while I'm in Rome," Cammie promised.
"What?" Patricia asked angrily.
"I'm…I'm going to Rome. Didn't…Amy tell you?" Cammie asked timid and confused.
"I thought she was making a bad joke. Amy?" Patricia questioned turning to her ragged looking assistant, "What did I say when you told me Cammie was going to Rome?"
Amy flipped through her planner and said, "You said, 'You can't be serious? Nobody goes on vacation a week before a show.' And then you make some kind of choking sound. It may have been a laugh; it's hard for me to tell sometimes…"
"I laughed," Patricia interrupted with a glare. Amy nodded and made a note in her planner.
"It's all last minute, I know," Cammie said, "But it's my sister's wedding. I have to be there."
"How exceptionally inconvenient," Patricia said.
"It'll only be three days," Cammie insisted as Patricia once again gave her a creepy, scary glare, "Two days tops. I mean, who needs to see Rome anyway."