Janice and James stood beside each other, hovering over the floor plan of the gallery.

"Okay so so how you see how this wall is longer?" Janice pointed to a long wall on the right side of the gallery. James nodded, "How about we-"

The loud ring of the phone beside them interrupted their brainstorming, stopping Janice mid-word and both of them glanced at the cordless device.

"Its your turn" James smiled sadly, already knowing who was calling.

With a deep sigh, Janice reached over phone the phone and held it to her ear.

"Porter-Fisher Gallery . . Hi Tina . . I’m good how about you? How’s Angie? . . . um I’m not sure, I just got in. Can you hang on a sec? I’ll go check"

Janice looked at James with that same sad smile before setting the phone down and making her way down the hall of the gallery. The closer she got to the door of Bette’s office, the louder the muffles sounded and the more Janice felt her stomach churn with dread.

She knocked gently on the door at the same time she turned the knob and pushed the door open, timidly poking her head through the opening.

"Frankly, I don’t give a fuck who he is. I’m not working with someone who has that kind of attitude . . . No let’s get something straight, I would be doing him a favor by hanging his work in my gallery . . . that’s fine with me. Good luck with that"

The phone came slamming down onto the receiver, making Janice flinch at the loud sound. She half wished that she had lied to Tina instead of bothering Bette. The brunette’s mood was obviously not a good one.

"Fucking temperamental artists" Bette sighed as she covered her face with her hands and then pushing them back to comb through her thick curls.

She looked up to her nervous friend standing in the doorway, raising her eyebrows in question. She was beyond irritated as none of her last 4 phone calls had been pleasant and hoped that Janice wasn’t about to dump any more bad news on her. It had been a shitty week and Bette wasn’t sure how much she could take, certain in fact that the next thing to go wrong would make her crack.