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Olivier was glad when Tanaka reported that Turner and Lilian had a good time, and everything was fine. He was walking up and down in his living room with the receiver to his ears. When he hung up, he was standing in front of the only painting in the house. This was the only picture hanging on the walls. It did not match the room, but Olivier liked it. It was “The Ninth Wave” by Ivan Aivazovsky. He was contemplating the details of the painting as he had done countless times before. The warm and dark tones of the waves, the six shipwrecked men being tossed and tumbled in the sea, clinging to the debris of their boat, and the sun as it sank behind the horizon, behind the raging waves, painting the sky orange, yellow, and crimson. It was a replica but a very high-quality copy.
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