Despite the argument Arthur and I had this morning, I was very excited for what the day would bring. It’s not every day that you get to work with one of your heroes. And that’s exactly what Noah Cunningham was to me.
I had spent hours trying to recreate his work. There was just something about his paintings that drew me in. I was hoping that as his assistant, I would learn a thing or two from him.
Arthur had insisted on driving me to Noah’s house today. I had told him he didn’t have to, but he’d shut me down fast. He was a man who was used to getting what he wanted and I didn’t want to stir up trouble after last night.
A blush spread across my face as I thought of last night. Arthur raised an eyebrow at me, a knowing smirk turning up the corners of his lips. Sometimes I hated being a
