“I’m so sorry, sweetie.” Brandon walked around Kaya’s art studio, reading the Enhance Art reviews on his phone. “How can people be so malicious?”
Kaya stood in front of the Jakande piece brooding, her mind on everything but the painting. “It’s easy to be an asshole behind a computer screen.” She dabbed her brush in orange paint. “I don’t care about the trashing so much, but I lost a showing at the Generation Art Gallery because of this.”
“The gallery downtown?”
“The owner is afraid I’ll attract negative attention and even though he knows the reviews are suspect, he won’t risk his beloved gallery being dragged into anything that might hurt his reputation.”
Brandon lowered his phone. “That’s the most cowardly s**t I’ve ever heard.”
“People like Seven go through life getting everything t
