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Chapter 6
“I see,” he said quietly. “You will let me take your computer with the email open and access to whichever files are left on the computer and I can use the information how I see fit. You’ll file a police report to say you had a break and enter to cover your ass and all I need to do is become a patron of the arts?”
“Actually, Mr. Machado, you’re already a patron of the arts. When I saw you sitting at the table, I recognized you but thought at first it was probably at an event I’d been dragged to with Merl. However, the more I thought of it, it turns out you purchased one of my paintings several years ago. I was a student at the time, and you were there at the art fair with a very regal woman who purchased one of my paintings and you took one as well. Back then never kept a record of names of who I sold to, but I went through my portfolio from back then and sure enough, you are in the background of a photo.”
“I know the art fair you’re referring to, but I bought the painting at least ten years ago. You remembered me after all this time?” He looked across his home office to the eleven by ten canvas be’d had framed years ago with the gold and red hues. “You don’t look the same. I remember you being curvier.” He remembered his mother teasing him how he’d been checking out the ass of
the artist.
She gave a bitter laugh, “I was a lot chunkier back then, but it was me you bought from. I remember every person I have ever sold a painting to. The paintings are part of my soul. Each time I paint, and I let one go, I let a piece of me go as well.”
He was quiet at her words and then sighed, “when will you be out of your house?”
She gave a delighted squeal. “I’m going to a see a realtor tomorrow afternoon to discuss putting the house on the market. I’m going to sell it for under market value just to piss Merl off. He can’t get into it with me tomorrow because he’s getting married to my sister and then they’re going on their honeymoon. My wedding blessings for him are a flaccid dick and for her to be drier than the Sahara. I want to have the place sold and under contract before they’re back. I can only pray whoever buys doesn’t sell it back to
him.”
“Why not sell it for a profit?”
“Because my sister wants it so she can raise her child in it. If I had my way, I would sell it to a buyer who wants to bulldoze it. My brother really wants to drive a bulldozer through it ever since we found out they had sex on my kitchen counters.”
He considered this woman was a very bitter and angry individual and he should tread lightly. Everything in him was warning him to hang up the phone and get as far away from her crazy schemes as he could. Instead, before he could stop himself, he spoke.
“I will give you full market value, I will let your brother drive the bulldozer, but I very much want to livestream the event so his family sees it. I also want to make it public knowledge I’m the one taking it and I want it done the day they are back from their honeymoon. I want him to be there but be unable to do anything about it.”
“Really?”
“Yes. You may as well take a profit from his stupidity. Tomorrow afternoon, be out of your house. Keep up the ruse with the realtor. I’ll have my team make inquiries and we’ll go from there. When is your art show?”
“Next Friday evening.”
“Perfect. I will see you then. Goodnight, Liesl.”
“Goodnight, Mr. Machado.”
“Call me Isaias. Considering the hijinks, we’re about to indulge in, I think first names are warranted.”
“Then, goodnight, Isaias.” She gave a little giggle at his words before hanging up.
The sweet sound of her laughter kept him awake the rest of the night.
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