Chapter Four
The money I'd made off my sold paintings was more than enough for a flight back to Pittsburgh and my next plan. After that, though, if it doesn't pan out, I may need to ask Deb for my old job back.
I walk back to Daphne's, making sure to pick up some OJ from the market on the way. I take a few hours lying around the house, sketching random angles of each room, anything to take my mind off of what I plan to do this afternoon.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, I heard the grandfather clock in the foyer chime, letting me know that it was finally after five o'clock. Time for businesses to let their employees off work for the evening, and that includes Kinnetik, Inc.
I make my way to the building which, at one point, was home to the Liberty Baths. I open the door, take in the familiar sights and smells, and walk the path I could never forget to the door of Brian's office.
I knock twice and receive as a response the ever courteous "Come in."
Upon my entrance, the beautiful man behind the desk raises his head and asks, "Can I help you with something?"
I stammer a little but eventually get out the words, "Yeah, I'm looking for Brian Kinney."
"Yeah, well, you and everyone else in this office. He left this morning without a single word to anyone but Cynthia. She says that he's gone to New York, something about a tailor. Guess his newest Armani suit just couldn't wait. Meanwhile, I'm back here in PA trying my hardest to keep the business from going under completely…"
I walk off in the middle of his venting.
