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“And you are Marie Laveau?” Bette smiled, reaching her hand out to shake the woman’s.
“I am-please, have a seat. You want anything to drink?” Marie asked, watching Bette get comfortable in the chair.
“Just a water, thanks,” Bette smiled, taking out a few files from her briefcase.
“So,” Marie said, turning around from her desk and handing Bette a water from the mini fridge. “What did I do to deserve a visit from one of the top art gallery owners in Los Angeles?”
Bette smiled, “as you are aware- my business partner and I decided to do an exhibit on the supernatural for the Halloween season. We saw some of your pieces from a fellow associate of ours who happened to be in town for Jazz Fest a few months ago.”
“Oh-really?” Marie asked, cocking her brow.
“I think your work is magnificent,” Bette smiled. “My business partner and I would be honored to host some of your work at the gallery.”
“Will there be compensation?” Marie asked, winking.
Bette smiled, “absolutely. Most of the funds will go to you, that is if you decide to accept the offer.”
Marie leaned back in her chair, “when will this be taking place?”
“2 months from now,” Bette answered confidently. “We would need about 10 pieces of your work then we have to adjust lighting and additional material.”
Marie leaned forward this time, “you know I don’t usually accept such offers. But…”
“But?” Bette smiled.
“I think I will take you up on it,” Marie nodded. “Now-hand over the forms and we can discuss which paintings would work the best.”
Bette gave the woman a wide smile as she reached for the file on top.
New Orleans- Garden District
Opening the front door of the manor, Tina threw her purse on the large chest. Heels clicking, she walked towards the voices coming from the kitchen.
“Sad isn’t it?” Tina asked, walking in and briefly glancing at the tv playing. “7 young college men-dead in a terrible accident.”
“Accident…sure,” Gabby rolled her eyes as she took a bite of her sandwich.
“But then again,” Tina interrupted, taking out a cigarette from the pack on the counter. “No one is going to miss a bunch of assholes in Abercrombie tee shirts.”