I think on that for a long moment, realizing that maybe she’s right. What’s the harm in having something I painted placed in a gallery? Worst case, it sits there and collects dust. Best case, it could lead to something I’ve only ever dreamed of.
“You know what, you’re right.”
“Yes!” She claps her hands together excitedly. “We’ll get the piece wrapped and I’ll fly it back to Atlanta with me tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow? I didn’t realize you were leaving so soon?”
“Yeah, I don’t get much time away from the office. I’m surprised I was able to get away for this long before some crisis called me back. I swear the job of C.O.O. is never done.”
“At least not when you work for a multi-billion-dollar company like Driscoll Atlantic,” I chime in.
“Amen to that, sister.” She clinks her glass against mine and together we drink.