“The hall opens at noon,” Rafi said. “It’s a madhouse. Everything has to be vetted before it’s admitted. Security issotight.”
Graham went on, “For the first time in years, we are going to be showing unsold paintings by Kariel.”
“We’re going to be inundated with clients and jealous owners of other galleries,” Rafi said. “It’s going to be heaven.”
Graham asked, “Who’s telling this?”
Rafi replied, “You are. I’m just filling in the gaps.”
Ian said, “You’re super busy. I understand. I already told Kari I wanted to help her get through this. I meant what I said.”
The two men just exchanged a long look across the table. Only this time, Kari shared their expression. Solemn. Nervous.
Ian said, “Look. I have no idea what’s going on here. But I’ll do whatever it is that you’re not asking.”
Kari said, “Ask.”
Graham said, “Kari’s been given a penthouse suite. Two bedrooms separated by the main parlor.”
Ian leaned back. “Whoa.”
Kari said, “It’s silly. I know—”
“Kari, no.” Ian addressed the men as much as her. “We only just met. I’m amazed you trust me enough to ask.”
Kari asked, “You’ll do it?”
“If you think it would help . . .”
“I don’t think. I know. Especially if I enter total meltdown.”
“We won’t let that happen,” Ian said. “Guys, tell the lady.”
It was Kari who said, “We’re not done with the asking.”
Graham said, “The showcase includes an invitation to travel by private jet.”
“You’re kidding.”
“Oh, sorry. Didn’t you know?” Rafi did a ta-da motion with his hand. “Allow me to introduce Kariel, the star artist of the Miami Art Fair.”
Graham went on, “We’re now transporting seventeen new paintings on that jet. Which we didn’t know existed until yesterday. All this will require a huge amount of unexpected work. And logistics.”
“All our other works have been in Miami for days,” Rafi said. “Vetted and waiting. The security issues I mentioned are all about these new paintings, which we intend to hang in our temporary gallery. And that is going to make such a fuss. You wouldn’t believe just how bent out of shape our fellow exhibitors are going to be when they hear.” He beamed. “Like I said. Heaven.”
“We have to get home and pack,” Graham said. “Then it’s cram the jet full of our new goodies, off to the exhibition, and straight to work. Pushing the security to vet and approve and let us get on with the real work. Redesigning our layout. Begging for extra room.”
Kari said, “What they’re dancing around is, can I fly with you? Please?”
