It’s midnight and I sit at the table, trying not to get mad because of my board of directors who apparently like spending unbelievable sums on potentially bad projects and making my life living hell by telling me to prove me that the Georgia O’Keeffe exhibition that I booked last month is worth the money.

Obviously, the status of this incredible painter and the success of the exhibition all over Germany and Holland isn’t enough for them, so now I have to sit my ass off here, trying to find a way to prove myself right

As I’m buried deep into my boiling thoughts, I don’t notice how Tina enters the room and stands behind me. She finally sighs, which makes me look back and smile at her.

“Tina, how long have you been here? I thought you were sleeping,” I say and she comes closer.

“I just came in and was admiring your beauty. You know, baby, you’re so serious when you work and so concentrated on what you’re doing I just love that about you,” she smiles as she says it and there’s no way I wouldn’t smile myself after hearing what she said.

“Gosh, you wouldn’t believe how much shit the board is putting me through!” I sit back, looking at her. “I have no idea why they question my choice almost every time I book an exhibition. Like they still don’t know how passionate I am about each and every of my projects and think I would want to book a potential flop to worsen my own reputation as a director! Drives me crazy!”

Tina smiles and puts her hands on my shoulders and looks me in the eye.

“Baby, you gotta take it way more easily, you don’t have to worry so much about it,” she smiles and I can’t resist her natural beauty and soften a bit.

“Yes, I know, baby It’s just so hard. I put my life into this work and by far, after you and our relationship, there’s nothing that can be more important than my work, I think about it even in my sleep, because I do my very best and I do realize I sound like self-centered egoist, but I don’t know anybody who could do the work that I’m doing here, putting my heart and soul into it.”