Chapter 61. What I Wanted to Tell You

"And then we will send it off to your villa so you can close the deal with Foster.”

“Alright, then,” Carlos nodded, even though the man could not see the gesture. “Pleasure working with you. As usual.”

That’s one thing down, Carlos thought to himself and returned to work.

***

When the painting arrived at his villa, Carlos had it hung on the wall temporarily. He found himself staring at it for extended periods. It was a very simple painting, and Carlos was no art expert, so he had no way to ascertain what exactly it was about the painting that often left him transfixed. Perhaps it was the brush strokes; they were bold and prominent, not blending into the canvas like in some other paintings he had seen.

It could have easily been the colors the artist had chosen; most of them were attention-grabbing. Popping—that was the word, he thought. The reds of the roof tiles screamed at the beholder, the greens in the grass and trees promised somet