“Alistair,” Darryl called. “Thank you for meeting me today, bro,” he added, giving him a fist bump. Alistair smiled.
“My pleasure, bro,” Alistair said. “What is it that you want to talk about?” he added.
“Keith has been looking for a sponsor for the orphanages he’s handling. Do you think you can help us?” Darryl asked.
Alistair crossed his arms, thinking. It wasn’t a business that would make profit like he was used to, but this wasn’t about profit—it was about lives.
“How much does Keith need?” Alistair asked.
“Not much, just the amount that could cover about three months’ worth of expenses. All the money from his paintings will go directly to those orphanages,” Darryl replied.
“The ones in the event yesterday?” Alistair asked.
“Yes, the ones displayed in the gallery,” Darryl confir
