<b>Chapter </b><b>626 </b>
On the way back, ine dozed off<b>, </b>curled up against my shoulder.
Women who make it in investment banking are all fighters, and in ine, I saw that unstoppable spirit—the kind that never stops reaching higher.
That night, after ine got back home, she changed into another outfit and headed out again.
The next time I saw ine was in ss the following day–she showed upte.
The first ss was all about psychology. I paid close attention–if I wanted to really understand my clients<b>, </b><b>I </b>had to learn how to read their minds and figure out what they truly needed.
Time flew by as I studied, and before I knew it, five days had passed. On my day off, I was curled up couch with a book when ine suddenly pulled out two tickets. “Wanna check out an art show?”
I nced at the tickets. “Is the artist famous?”
ine shook her head. “Not really, but his style is pretty unique and thought–provoking.”
I set my book down and nodded. “Sure, I’ll go with you.”
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Outside, the rain was falling in gentle streaks, and the feeling of spring had faded. I slipped on a beige coat, swept my hair to one side, and braided it loosely. The woman in the mirror lookedid–back andfortable.
ine gged down a cab, and we headed off toward our destination.
“I heard this artist is a big hit with kids. His series about girls and the ocean always gets snapped up,” ine grinned as she told me.
“Oh, really? Then I should get a book to take home for my daughter. She’d probably like it too.”
When we arrived at the art show, I figured it wouldn’t be too crowded, but it was actually pretty packed.
We stepped through the door and the ce was huge inside—a bunch of adorable little girls were everywhere, nearly every one of them clutching a signed artbook, excitedly swapping thoughts about the artwork.
As soon as I stepped in, I was blown away by a huge painting right in front of me.
It was a mirrored scene of ice and ocean beneath a deep blue, star–filled sky. I just stood there, wide–eyed, taking it all in for ages.
“Ms. Murphy, sorry, you go ahead and enjoy the show. My boyfriend just arrived, so I’m gonna go meet him. Oh, and by the way, I found you a handsome guy to keep youpany–no need to thank me!” ine tossed that over her shoulder, leaving me by the door as she slipped out.
As I gazed at that painting, all the anxiety swirling inside me just melted away, leaving my mind suddenly
calm.
Not wanting to get separated, I waited by the door for ine, taking in the other paintings nearby. The artist was truly talented–his work was full of contrasts<b>: </b>beauty and ugliness, highs and lows. It was impossible not to get lost in thought as I looked around.
ine came back, with her ex in tow and a young guy from the UK. He introduced himself as Davis, all gentlemanly and polite, saying he’d be happy to apany me through the art show.
I gave ine a resigned look, and she just winked back at me.
Even though I hadn’t expected it, checking out the art with a foreign stranger turned out to be a fun little twist in my life. Just like the paintings–there’s always something new to discover, whether it’s mountains or
oceans<b>. </b>
It was pretty packed, so Davis and I made our way through the crowd. He worked in banking <i>too</i>, and was eager to share his thoughts on the nearby paintings and the deeper meanings he saw in them.
We wandered from piece to piece, pausing here and there–the vibe between us was rxed and pleasant.
Suddenly, a few Chinese girls were snapping pictures in front of one of the paintings.
Not wanting to photobomb them, we just hung back and waited nearby.
Suddenly, a warm, big hand quietly reached for mine and gripped my fingers tight.
I was startled and whipped around–there he was, Edward.
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