Page 76 of When Art Falls


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“I’m scared shitless,” Leonard says tauntingly, walking away.

“Has he sampled your pussy yet?”

“I haven’t even seen him since the charity dinner,” I say, annoyed.

“You better keep it that way. Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” I hiss, incensed by his highhanded attitude, but agree to avoid an argument that would draw more attention to us.

We finish lunch in silence, our light mood gone.

“Where to next, boss man?” I ask from the passenger seat.

“Kids That Swim.”

“What will I do there?”

“My grant writer could always use additional help.”

“Grant writer?”

“She raises funds through private donors, foundations, and government grants.”

“I thought you financed everything.”

“That wouldn’t be a very smart business decision. Sure, I provide a significant amount of my own money, but fully funding the facility isn’t financially sound.”

“Oh, okay. That makes sense.” I obviously have a lot to learn about business and nonprofits.

Once Art parks, we make our way inside the building.

“Good afternoon, Mr. King.”

“Madelyn.”

“And Cinnamon, it’s always a pleasure to see you.”

“Likewise,” I say, following Art up the stairs.

We stop at an office to the left.

He knocks on the door. The beautiful golden-haired woman sitting behind the desk looks up, offering him, in my opinion, a flirtatious smile. When her eyes land on me, the smile disappears. Interesting. Either they’re fucking or she has a major crush on him. She comes around the desk as we move farther into the room. Out of the dozen times I’ve been here, I’ve never seen her. Granted, I’d only been to the second floor on my first visit.

“I would like for you to meet Cinnamon Belo, my new assistant.”

I hold out my hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Her eyes travel the length of my body, sizing me up. “Francesca Levy.”

“Cin is available to help with any existing projects.”

She pauses for a heartbeat, clearly not liking the idea. “I’m sure I’ll be able to find something to keep her occupied.”

“Great. If needed I’ll be in my office,” he says, leaving us.

“Well, I’m all yours. What can I do?”

“Have you ever edited before?”