I scrutinized the lady as she gracely moved towards me.

I sized her up , she is probably in her forties but looks quite alluring .

What caught my attention is the designer dress she is wearing, giving her a classy elegant look. I smell money here.


I squirted my eyes at her, she has this calm confidence aura ,the kind that intimidate you making you feel so small or wish you could crawl into a hole.

She gaze at me intensely , I quickly looked away .There was this coldness attached to her gaze.

" I'm Mrs Smith, I have a Business Proposal for you" she went straight to the point.

" A business proposal ?" My eyebrows ached together

" I Have had the privilege to see some of your paintings, I must say I'm quite fascinated with them."

" My paintings" How? I don't think I have ever met this lady

She nodded

Hmmm I pressed my fingers on my pursed lips, narrowing my eyes.

"Mrs smith right?"

She raised her eyebrows at me

" I don't think we have met".

" That why I'm here" she brushed me off

I frowned

" Mr Robertson is my agent"

My eyes flickered .. Mr Robertson, the art dealer, she must be the client he told me about.

My mind shifted to the painting that was slashed. I bit my lips

He did say he will come for the...