22)tear-away
                   A young person who is difficult to control and often does stupid, dangerous and/or illegal things.

I look around my surrounding, seated in a bus, at the very back, corner specifically. I had clinomania; an excessive desire to stay in bed, after Ashton broke up with me.

I needed nothing but him, and first time I got out of bed was today. The guy who made deal with my pictures wanted to have a meeting, that's where am headed now.

Reaching my station, I made NY way out of the bus. The wind is calm and it's somehow a little sunny too, a chilly wind would have great today.

I raise my head to take a look at the big, glass walled company, wondering how much it might cost to build this thing. Sighing I made my way inside, passing the security who sat by the door.

The inside was enormous, more than just enormous it was beautiful, people who wore business suit and dresses wonder here and there, the middle occupied nothing while on the far front sat 3 secretaries, all busy.

I walk to them feeling out of space, everyone wore somehow fit, something that show all the curves and their hair was curly or straight. I look at my protocol, insecure.

I wore a polo necked woolen sweater, white and a simple jeans, with my orange wedge. I felt foolish for not giving my dressing a little bit attention.

"Welcome to JN gallery, how may I help you" she looked Asian, and by her accent I realized she's indeed born here in Singapore.

I smile at her, "I had an appointment with Mr Julian please"

She gave me a weird judging look after looking at me, up and down. As if saying 'really?!'.

"Can I have your paper please?" She again smiled, probably suspecting me.

"What paper?" I ask, confused as to what kind of paper she was talking about.

"Ms. Adina" I heared a familiar voice of the lawyer who talked to me past then. "Please, come this way"

"Sure" I smile at him, gratefully nodding before following him to the elevator.

We were at the top floor when the elevator ding, opening it's door. Smiling again the lawyer lead the way to the other secretary seated continuously tapping on the computer.

She had a smile when she saw us, her pushed up breasts poping out of her white shirt. Her makeup was done perfectly, with red lipstick and fake eyelashes.

"Mr.Gorge" she announce, "how may I help you"

"You could ring Mr. Nicholas and tell him that am standing here" he gave her a tinted and innocent smile.

Glaring at him, she took the phone glued to the desk of hers before speaking.

"Mr. Gorge is here,.. yes" she take a look at me, "OK... I will,...sure"
Then she take a look at us gesturing to the door.

The office was big, bigger than my whole apartment, with a wooden table at the far center, in front of a leathered chair and behind two other leathered chairs, while on the center of the room seats a round coffee table, beside red sofas, holding books abd news paper. And on the other far end, I see a coffee maker and cups.

"Have a seat" I heared a voice, turning my head round I see a man in a beige coloured suit.

With his deep blue eyes and thick eyebrows, he has a gorgeous feature. His face wasn't new to me though, I think I've seen somewhere, maybe magazines. I really don't remember, but his face wasn't new to me.

I took a seat after moving to the chair he was gesturing. I take another look at him and his smile. I see as Mr. Gorge took his leave before Mr. Nicholas start speaking.

"Good to see you Ms. Kings" he say.

"Pleasured" I spoke, I just wanted to go to my bed and sleep, or maybe paint a little bit.

"I didn't think Ashton would go for someone like you" he smirk, looking at me, judging me and my look.

The way he said someone like you' seemed as talking to a garbage. I gave him a look as I remembered where I saw him, inside Ashton's room, his arms around Aki, smiling to the camera.

"I thought I was here for work" I found myself talking, I hated hearing everyone talking how I didn't fit Ashton and giving me those stupid looks. I was tired of everyone's judgment.

"You call what you drew a work?" He chuckle at me,

"What does that mean?" I narrow my eyes, did he just insult the work he bought for half a million?!

He stood, watching and smirking at me, walking to the far corner where the coffee machine sat, before pulling a canvas. Two canvases, covered with a white sheets, and stood in front of me. I watched as he rip the first sheet, confused.

The first had my work, while the other had another ineffable drawing. Something about it was sad, it looks like it was drawn by someone so lonely and needed attention, needed someone. The drawing itself attracted, it wasn't something anyone could describe.

I could see rain drops, and then there is this circling round things, with a hidden face -you wouldn't be able to see it, if you didn't focus too much - then at the bottom and edge the canvas, there are smiles and laughter looking cries, some of them are word.

"It looks sad" I deem, standing. "I am sure, a professional artist drew that"

"Wrong" he shake his head shocking me "it was drawn by an 18 years old teenager,"

I raise my head watching him with wide eyes, staggered. He see it smiling, as if he knew who drew it, and has something for the painter.

Then he turn the canvas, showing me the back face.

Of course.

At the back of the canvas was written a name of the artist, with big bold, italic cursives. I snort at it involuntarily.

Kylie Rob

It was written.

"Ky drew this 5 years ago, you drew this this year" he compare "think now, you call this a paint?!"

He then point at a picture at the wall, framed with big and white glass. I could simply describe with simple, elegant and grievous.

"That's hers too"

"If you called me to compare my work from hers, then it's gratuitous" I hold my bag "I'll be going then"

"I didn't call you to compare you" he spoke, pausing me, his hands in his pocket, "I want us to make a deal"

"What deal?!"

"You need a better experience and I need your gallery's"

"Stop stating a fact, and go on with the deal"

"Kylie have everything you don't, the looks, wealth, talent, body and love you don't have.."

I roll my eyes, calming my shattering heart. I knew she had everything and I don't, I know she has every single thing one could wish in life, bit so what, I wasn't born rich, I didn't have rich families, I worked to gain everything, I wasn't also born with the looks, so what?!

I wanted to cry, to specially stop comparing myself with anyone.

"Would you stop rubbing it on my face?"

"What I want to say is, I could give you a contract and sell your paintings," he sat at his chair, relaxing, watching me intently "you could have something she does, wealth."

"What's your benefit"

"Your drawings" he smirk "I love the way you paint, they express love and happiness, so you just needed some pushups, vengeance you might call it"

"I still don't think, that's a benefit for you"

"Believe me it is" his smirk went wider, his eyes behind me.
                 $$$$$
I don't even know hat kind of deal that is, but anyway Julian and Adina would start working together.

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