Billionaire Obsession

The art coach

So today, she was deciding what to wear for the first training class. She had narrowed her options down to a red, sleeveless, knee length dress and a white and blue sunflower dress.

‘Wear the red, red brings goodluck”, Gina told her

“Red seems like I’m overdoing it for the first day”

“Who cares if you’re overdoing it? Be the best dressed today. Your sponsors are coming around today right?”

“Yeah, they’re coming to get acquainted with us or so I heard”

“Are you nervous? Do you want me to go with you?”

“No need for that, I’m not a kid that has to be escorted on her first day”.

Lily got to the address where the training was supposed to be holding. It was a nice building that looked like enough money had been spent on building. She knocked at the door and after not getting a response, she slowly opened the door.

What she saw took her breath away. It was a spacious hall with various painters in different positions of working in front of their canvases. She admitted to herself that most of the art were truly beautiful. She also saw that most of them were dressed very casually, jeans and a polo. She Instantly regretted wearing her short red dress. How could she work in this?

She was approached by a gentleman with earrings and a bit of makeup with a piece of gum in his mouth.

“Welcome hunnie, what’s the name?”

“Lily Patel”

“Okay cool, you’re in the list. Come this way”

She followed him to a corner of the room where there was an empty seat and a blank canvas with paints and brushes by the side

“Paint away. One of our donors will be coming in to buy off the best one or rather whichever suits their fancy”

“But what are we gonna p…”

The man had left her just as quickly as he had come to meet her. Lily sighed as she settled in her seat and picked up the paintbrushes.

She thought about her mother and her father, the two people who had her back no matter how f****d up they were. She thought about other people she had met that had truly inspired her in her journey.

She remembered the art that had captured her attention at the art gallery opening that she had attended two days ago. “The damsel in distress”, the one that made her spill drinks on someone, twice. She had been enraptured by the art that she decided that she would draw inspiration from it. She closed her eyes and tried to recall every detail from the art that she had memorized.

She began to pain.

“Okay time’s up”, the man with the piece of gum said with a surprisingly masculine voice. She would later learn that was their art coach.

She looked at her watch and was shocked to find that 4 hours had gone by. She leaned back and examined her work and was satisfied with her work. While she didn’t entirely replicate “Damsel in Distress”, it was obvious she had drawn inspiration from it.

“Everyone come up front here. Stop painting and come forward”, their art coach said. “The last person to come up is going home”

There was a loud scraping of chairs as they all hurried to the front. No one wanted to go home. Lily quickly made her way to the front

“One of our donors will be here soon. You must remain here in front, do not stand beside or go towards your artwork. Oh speak of the devil”, the coach said moving towards the door to welcome the new arrival.