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“Sure, she sent over a few display options. I’ll forward those to you and maybe that will help you decide. It’s a much smaller gallery than the Soho show will be in. I love your work, by the way. I’m excited, I hope I can snag a piece for my new loft in New York.”
I can’t help smiling from ear to ear. I still can’t believe this is happening. I’m going to show my work at not one but two real galleries in Manhattan.
“Oh, by the way, I have your resignation letter for Steinway & Schwartz. Would you like me to send you a copy to go over before I send it off?”
“My what?”
“Your resignation letter. Mr. Hennessy had me contact them about your leave. Your time is up. I was informed to draft a resignation letter.”
“By who?”
“Mr. Hennessy.”
“Eric, I’ll call you back.”
I hang up and glare at my husband. He comes over and places Chloe next to me. Eileen comes out right at that moment and takes Chloe to sit with her in the shade.
“Have you lost your mind?” I hiss low.
He looks at me with a puzzled expression. Lifting out of the pool, he sits on the edge and places a hand on my thigh. I glare at him as my anger rises.
“What did I do now?”
“You decided I’m quitting my job without my knowledge. How dare you?”
He has the nerve to give me a smile. “You hated that place. You told me so. I want you to be able to focus on what you love. I’m worth enough for you not to have to work. I’d prefer if you didn’t. However, if you want to paint full-time, that’s better than working in the district. Come on, Chlo.”
“Gregor, I understand you have money, but you should have run this by me.”
The man is worth trillions. He’s being very modest. However, I don’t plan to sit on my ass for the rest of my life.
He cups my face and kisses my lips. “I’ll keep that in mind for next time, but your resignation goes in this week,” he says against my lips.
“There he is. The man I know.”
“And love. The man you know and love, baby. I’ll always do what’s best for you. Focus on your art. I’ll handle the rest.”
I sigh, what’s the point? “We should talk.”
“About?”
“You want me to know what life will be like with you. We should talk about what that means.”
“It means we live the dream. The life we talked about having together.”
I clamp my mouth shut. That dream included children, a home in the burbs, and me being a stay-at-home mom. It was a dream all right. A dream I don’t know if I still want and honestly never thought I would have. I’m not that same twenty-five-year-old.
“Trust me.”
I sigh and rub my forehead. “Okay.”
