Demien's POV
My phone’s message tone went off as Greta and I entered my studio. I hissed lightly. It was a reminder of an appointment I had with a client. I had totally forgotten about it.
“Is everything okay?” Greta asked.
“I don't think we will be able to start with the painting immediately,” I said
“Why?” Greta asked.
“I have a painting session with a client and I had totally forgotten that I gave her an appointment for this morning,” I explained.
“Oh, I see. I guess the painting has to wait then. In the meantime, I can be your secretary and sell all your paintings while you are busy with your client,” Greta said smiling at me.
“So that you can add that to my already built-up bills right?” I teased.
“No don't worry. I will be doing that free of charge,” she said, smiling, a
