THE BILLIONAIRE SECRET DEAL

ktable look like a golden throne. Staring down the paints, brushes, and half-painted paintings, she stood

tomach. Too much power. That is exactly what she had told Austin when they agreed on a deal, and yet there she was, waist-deep in a situation she had no option but to stick through. Sofia took a brush and rocked it into a bright blue c

painting. It was an abstract representation of chaos, a horrible combi

t actually did. Sofia tried to wash her hands on the dirty bib costume and ope

p down she had a worried look on her. In a house, after getting into the interior, Sofia removed the ribbon and opened th

's see what you can do. – Austin Reed.Her jaw tightened. She folded t

e to and fro like a caged tigress. That was Austin all right-it was alw

pped to scold him. It was Karen, the gallery

be told he is already

ld like to go through it with you in person tomorrow.' This really s

same tone of voice, raising her ang

ou know how he is-the perfectionist extraordinaire, who'll do every

s, and all of a sudden she felt as if the whole studio was looking at her. How could she creat

, moving paint canvases, and even sweeping the floor. She despised having spent so much time and effort dressing the place for him. The knock, as usual, was at exactly 2 PM, as always. When

he wrapped herself and stood there observing him as he looked around the studio. His gaze drifted a

said, a tinge d

't it?" Sofia

tract mess she caught herself painting the previous day. Austin twisted his

e," he said a

ulders ease

think?" He offered and single handedly cut shor

I have come across: art is not structure most of the

does not sell without a compass. Yet, what this discussion has us understa

retorted quite grimly. "I'm a businessman. Having worked

rtistic freedom, whereas Austin provided obvious facts and arguments about the unproductiveness of free thinki

ing at Dominic, her face red with annoyance. "It is not somethi

me, his tone calm but stern. You sought funding, and I provided it. The burden of responsibility is now

her best efforts to deny it, there was some truth in what he was saying. It was not about her art; the exhibit wa

mean to tell you that you are not allowed to be creative anymore. No, if you want to make your presence felt, you nee

less mogul and the man who looked as if the succe

determinedly. "But don't expect the me that is

on Austin's face. "I

iet as though it knew earlier that they had an argument. She made a look

n't tell

hat he may pro

rk her magic, her hands vibrating with adrenaline. Yet if Austin d

eral days. By the time she stepped back to admire her progress, the chaos on the canvas had transfor

ind of reaction she would receive