Ghost Gallery
“OKAY, PEOPLE!” DOLINA called out. “Gather ‘round, gather ‘round! I’ve got an announcement to make.”
Xan fell into place while the gallery director rounded up her employees like baby chicks. Baby chicks in identical black shirts and slacks. Xan didn’t mind the uniform. Way better than what he had to wear at his old job slinging tacos for wasted teens at two in the morning.
“Is everybody here?” Dolina asked the group. “I know it’s the end of the day and you’re anxious to get home, but I need to implore you...”
Everyone groaned. Everyone but Xan. They all seemed to know what was coming. Lucky them.
“Quiet down, now,” the gallery director went on. “As you all know, the infamously decadent Safiya Bhat has a show opening tomorrow night.”
Every cell in Xan’s body tingl
