THE ORIGINAL NOVEL WAS WRITTEN IN SPANISH, I APOLOGIZE FOR THE TRANSLATION. IF YOU WANT TO READ IT IN SPANISH LOOK FOR IT UNDER THE SAME PSEUDONYM AND BY NAME "GIRO DEL DESTINO"

I began to follow her to a part of the museum that I had never been before, and even though I tried to avoid looking at the works it was impossible, it wasn't the first time I entered the museum, but I was always just as impressed when I entered one. We walked to a double glass door where only authorized personal could read. We enter through a completely white and fully lit corridor until we reach a desk very similar to the reception desk and some doors next to it.

—Wait a minute here. —the girl said to me as she walked towards the doors and opened them slightly but without entering.

—Mr. Taylor, Miss Stelle is already here.

—Send her in. —He replied in a sharp, firm voice from inside the office.

—You can come in. —Taylor's secretary told me, getting where I was.

—Thank you. —I answered as I walked towards the doors and entered.

The office was not as I had imagined it, and the first thing that caught my eyes was the beautiful pictures hanging on the walls that ranged from marinas to landscapes. As hard as I tried, I couldn't stop admiring them.

—These pictures are beautiful. —I said looking at them without even paying attention to Mr. Taylor.

—You can see them if you want, I don't mind. —he replied in a firm voice.

—Thank you. —I said as I began to walk around the office admiring the paintings.

They were mostly worked with cold colors, such as blue and violet, but among all of them one stood out because it was out of the ordinary, it had a combination of cold colors with warm colors like orange and yellow, making it very eye-catching. I went to the painting to examine it more closely, it was worked with a spatula and a brush, but what most caught my attention was the author of those beautiful works. In the lower right-hand corner there was a letter J followed by a period and the word Taylor along with the year, this work was more than 20 years old.

—You made them. —I said in awe, turning to Taylor for the first time.

—Yes. —he replied proudly.

—They are true works of art. —I said walking to the desk where he was sitting.

—Thank you. —he gestured for me to sit down.

I sat in front of him and for the first time I watched him well. Mr. Taylor was older, about 60 years old, his hair was completely gray and he was wearing a black suit. On his desk were several frames with photos and an identifying plaque with black and italic lettering: Director of Artwork Restoration Jason Taylor.

—You're Miss Stelle. —he asked as I settled in the chair.

—Yes, but you can call me Ana, if you don't mind. — I told him as I tucked my skirt a little and then stared at him.

—Well, Ana, I'm going to ask you a series of questions and I want you to answer me honestly.

—Yes, sir. —I answered nervously.

—I've read your curriculum and it's really good, you're one of the best art students in your class, which leads me to ask you a question. With this history you can go to a museum like the Smithsonian or the Louvre if you live in Paris. Why do you want to work here at the Met?

That question had so many answers, and I didn't even know it myself, I had always wanted to go to the MET, but I had never known why.

—Can I ask you something, Mr. Taylor? — I answered with a question.

—Yes. —he hesitated for a moment.

—Have you never felt that you belong in a place since the first time you set foot in it?

Taylor didn't answer, he just looked at one of the pictures on his desk and then looked at me again.

—That's how I feel, I can't explain why I want to work here, I just don't see myself working at the Louvre or the Smithsonian, but when I imagine myself working here, I have a very clear picture.

Taylor didn't say anything, just looked at me, and again he looked at a picture that I couldn't see.

—How old are you, Miss Stelle? — he asked, leaning back in the chair.

—I'm 21 years old. —I answered firmly.

—Do you know how many years I have worked here? —he asked again as he stared at me.

—No sir.

—I've been working here for 40 years, and I started at the same age as you. —Wow, I had no idea. Taylor was silent for a moment. —You know what they told me when I started working here. —he asked me again.

—No sir.

—They told me that they needed someone who was available all the time and that I should stop painting my works, since I should focus on the works in the museum, just dedicate myself to my work exclusively. — What do you mean! stop painting, I didn't see myself doing that.

—And did you do it? You stopped painting? —I asked him while for a brief moment I saw him smiling.

—No, I didn't, I just made them believe that, and when I was appointed director of restoration 10 years ago, I put several of my works from that time here in the office.

—I can't imagine a day when at least I won't make a sketch of something. —I told him honestly.

—That's the spirit I'm looking for here, young people who can't live without painting, like I was in my youth. —he replied with a smile.

—Thank you. —I answered smiling at him too.

—In case I accept you here, when you could start. — he asked, leaning over the desk.

—As soon as it was necessary. —I answered very nervously.

Taylor looked at me for a moment, evaluating me, at that moment anything could happen, they would say yes or no and my dream would go down to the drain.

—Congratulations, it's okay to start next Monday, or it's too early for you.

—Yeah, it's perfect, I mean Monday's fine with me. —I said anxiously as he wrote something on a piece of paper.

—All right, give this to my secretary, she'll help you with identification and other things. —he said, extending a piece of paper.

—Thank you very much, you won't regret it. —I told him as I took the paper from his hands.

—I know I don't. —he said as I get up of the chair and walked to the door of his office.

As I was leaving, a question came to my mind. Was I supposed to wear a uniform?

—One question, Mr. Taylor. —I told him from the door. —Do I have to wear a uniform?

—No, Miss Stelle, the catering staff doesn't wear uniforms.

—Thank you. —I answered as I walked out the door and walked towards his secretary's desk with a dazzling smile on my face.

As soon as I got there I gave her the paper Mr. Taylor had given me and she just smiled at me.

—Welcome to the MET. —she said smiling at me.

—Thank you. —I told her very anxiously.

The truth was, I´m euphoric, I had never imagined that my dream would come true.

—Sit down and wait a moment to prepare your ID. —s he told me pointing to a chair.

I sat down and ten minutes later Taylor's secretary handed me my ID.

—Follow me. —she said to me as I stood up.

We went back out into the hallway and walked to the end where there was an elevator.

—The restoration department is in the basement. —she said as he pressed the button to call the elevator.

As soon as the doors opened we entered and a minute later they were opening into a huge room with several easels and counters.

—This is the works restoration area. —she said, pointing to the place.

—Wow, it's huge. —I said, admiring in amazement the great room.

—Come on, I'll introduce you to the staff you'll be working with, which is not a lot.

We walked to a girl with short, black hair about my height and next to a boy with black hair who was also a little taller than me.

—Hey HAna, what brings you down here. —the girl said with a smile.

—I'm giving Miss Stelle a tour, she'll be working with you from Monday. —she said pointing to me.

—Call me Anastasia. —I said smiling at the short-haired girl.

—We have a new recruit. —the boy smiled too and came to us to say hello.

—Great, my name is Mia and this is Ethan. — she said as came up to me and kissed me on the cheek.

— Nice to meet you. —I said to Ethan, I extended my hand to him and he took it in a warm handshake.

—Mia, I think you forgot to mention something. — said the boy turning to Mia after he let go of my hand.

—I don't think so. —she said with a laugh.

—She just doesn't like to mention the part about us being a couple. —He said as he hugged her at the waist.

—I always forget that part, it's just that it's a long time. —she laughed as Ethan squeezed her tighter against him and kissed her on the forehead.

—Are they always like this? — I asked HAna as she smiled.

—And worse too, well, I'll leave you with them, so they can explain things to you and give you the underground tour. —she said with a laugh.

—Thanks HAna. —I told her as she was on her way to the elevator.

—No problem, you know where to find me. —she said as he entered the elevator.

—Okay. —I yelled at him as the elevator doors closed.

—I love the part about the Tour. —Mia said as she came out of Ethan's arms and took me for my own. —Come on, I'll show you around.

And so, she began to give me a tour around the basement, showing me the works that were being restored at the time, and the area where we could paint our own. As well as a small kitchen where there was a refrigerator, a microwave and a coffee maker, there we could prepare something to eat at the established times, both for snack and lunch. But we could also go out for lunch if we wanted to as long as we did it on time.

—This is great, it's so quiet, so peaceful. —I told her as I sat in front of an easel admiring the view of the whole place where I would work.

—That's just this week. —she said with a grimace of disgust.

And this only made me pay more attention to her.

—Why do you say that? —I asked her very curiously. Wasn't there always this peace here?

—Come with me. —she said pulling my hand and making me get up from the sidewalk.

He led me to an office at one end of the restoration area. Two of the walls were made of glass that allowed you to see the staff at work. The windows had some curtains that were closed with a knob and were completely closed so I could not be see what is inside. The office was locked and there was a chapel at the door where it read: C. Grey. Restoration Supervisor.

—Can't it be that bad? I asked her as she looked at me with an irritation grimace.

—Believe me, it doesn't even let us look at each other. And he's very strict about the museum's schedule and rules. —she said as we walked away from the office towards the kitchen.

—He have a problem? —I asked her when we got there and she headed for the fridge.

—I don't know. —she said, pulling out a juice box and taking two glasses.

—I know, he's a cranky old man. —I said, as I took one of the glasses she was offering me.

—I wish that, at least this would be more tolerable and justified. —she replied by pouring juice into both glasses.

—Thank you. —I replied as she smiled and put the rest of the juice back in the fridge.

We walked to some sidewalks and sat down while we drank the juice. The truth was, I didn't understand anything. There was no way a person could be that bad just for the pleasure of it.

—I still don't understand what you mean? —I told her still thinking about the description she had just given me of the supervisor.

— He's not an old man, he's... he can be cranky, he's got a bad temper. —she said, leaving the glass aside.

—Is she young? —I asked her in amazement. It never crossed my mind before that he was young.

—I'll answer if you promise not to say anything. —she said staring at me and then at Ethan.

—Ok. —I told her intrigued.

—Not only young, he's hot, a model worthy of a magazine cover. —she said as he laughed very quietly and I looked at her, opening my eyes wide and almost choking on the juice.

—Hey! — I replied in amazement.

—Yes, he will be 28 years old at the most, no more, he started here two years ago, he moved here from France, or England, I don't remember.

—And when he came back? —I asked very curiously as I finished my juice and put the glass aside.

—On Monday, I advise you not to listen to the speech he'll give you. —she said to me, put a hand on my shoulder.

—What speech? —I asked her scared.

—The one who gives to the new ones. —Mia answered very seriously.

—I don't see anyone else here. —I said looking in all directions.

—They couldn't stand the anger of the beast, Ethan and I continued because we didn't listen to him, and we've been here for about 6 years, we were here before he came.

—Don't listen to him, okay. —I said smiling.

—Another thing, don't tell Ethan what I said about the beast. —she said staring at me.

—What you said? —I asked him, I'm playing the absent-minded one.

—Great, I think we're gonna get along great. —she said smiling me.

—Have you told her about the beast yet? —Ethan said as he came up to us and hugged Mia from behind.

—I already told her. —she said smiling at him.

—So...Anastasia no, what do you think of the restoration area. —Ethan told me as he continued hugging Mia.

—Great, I love it. Can I ask you a favor?" — I said as you both looked at me.

—Yes, whatever you need. —Mia said looking at Ethan and wondering what she was going to ask for.

—Can you call me Ana, nobody has call me Anastasia for a long time, only my parents do it sometimes.

—Ok, Ana then. —they both laughed.

I really liked Ethan and Mia very much, I think I was going to like it here. I only hoped that the beast, as they called him, would not be as fearsome as they said, but I would have to wait until Monday. Then I would see if the beast was as fierce as they painted it.