About thirty minutes later we arrived at Mike's boutique. It was a modern house inspired by Roman design. Since we were already expected to come, Mike's old female maid was already out of the gate when we got there. She escorted us toward the main lobby where the arches and vaults made of more concrete and limestone were more prominent. A few copper and jade figures were resting on their pedestals.
"Oh, my goodness," Nina sucked in a quick breath as she looked around us. "You mean your friend did all these?"
"Yeah," I chuckled, amazed by how she smiled right now. "Mike's a sculpture, remember?"
She looked at me, wide eyes. "This is where I'm going to work?"
I was about to speak when we heard footsteps into the hall.
"Hey, hey!"
It was Mike approaching. He was still wearing the semi-
