Retina Blue Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2
In the exhibition hall of an exclusive art gallery an overweight, fuming, fifty-something art agent paced up and down muttering under his breath. As he loosened his tie his shifty eyes darted about in agitation. Hunching his shoulders he grew increasingly rigid. “That girl’s always late! It’s her last bloody chance!”
He scraped his chubby fingers through his balding hair. “Why the hell I invested so much time and effort in her I don’t bloody know!” he muttered, paused then resumed his stomp.
Throughout his pacing he ranted and tapped his watch. “Complete and utter disrespect! What does she think I am?”
He paused by a white framed window of the gallery and stared out. For a moment he just shook his head and checked his watch. I’m sick of it! If she doesn’t get here soon, I’ll have her bloody killed, that way her work might be worth something!
The agent’s rhythmic pacing became frantic, his face grew increasingly crimson, his mental cogs churned. “This is her last bloody chance!” he spat.

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